I'm out of town, so what is my son doing? Puking his guts up, of course.
Its rare that some sort of disaster or illness fails to befall him whenever I set foot on an airplane. He managed to survive my Atlanta trip last year relatively unscathed, but the trip I took the year before I literally had just left the house and was parking my car at the airport when J called to report that he had "taken a ride on the dog" and fallen off. He broke his arm that time, poor guy.
I feel a twinge guilty that I'm not there to rub his back and put cold washcloths on his neck while he hurls, but I am confident his dad has it under control.
Having a nice, relaxing, easy-paced time in Arizona. The retired folk do not lead much of a night life, so I have been getting to bed early every night and without having the dogs to wake me, have been sleeping fully for the first time in a while. It seems rather odd not to have too much to do, and I think my parents are getting a little annoyed that I can only sit still for about five minutes at a time before I'm up looking for something else to do. Fortunately there is a gym here at the over-55 community my parents are in, so I have been able to keep up on my workouts.
So far our days have had a fairly easy routine: Up around 6:30, coffee & news. Breakfast. Walk 2 miles with mom. Then we have the Trip of the Day. Friday, of course, was Los Algodones, yesterday was the Arizona Market (HUGE flea market, FUN) and today dad came with us and we took a drive to Lake Martinez and had lunch at this unnamed restaurant/bar. From the looks of it you wouldn't dream of eating anything they might serve there, but the food was actually not too bad, and there was a troop of quail running around the cactus garden in front of our window. After Trip of the Day, around 3-ish, I go sit in mom's chair out back and take sun for anywhere between 15 and 30 minutes, until it gets so hot I can't stand it. Off to the little gym for a quick workout, back to the house for a shower, and then its cocktail hour. Trying to teach all the Snowbirds to drink Columbia Crest, with relative success thus far.
It is truly a life of leisure, and I can't decide if I MISS my crazy life at home or if I am just so used to it that it FEELS like I miss it. Because I really do miss it. This is too quiet for me. I'm clearly not ready to retire anytime soon!