home again
Dec. 27th, 2005 02:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideThings at the cabin were really mostly great. The nephews are even more adorable than last observed. The cousins were a blast as always. And even the SILs were in good form.
We played basketball and ran around outside where there was a paucity of snow. My cousins got me some belated birthday presents (a blanket, some Burt's Bees goodies, and season 1 of The Office). We ate entirely too much of my mom's amazing food and you'd think I'd have gotten enough sleep, but I didn't because the kids woke up so early and were irresistible.
The flight out, as hideously early as it was, wasn't bad. I had one of the exit-row seats with extra leg-room and I fell asleep before we took-off and woke up as we were landing. Good times. The flight home was okay; I devoured S is for Silence. The flight attendant had a pole up her ass about headphones (which I wasn't wearing) but she kept announcing it. Over and over again. Don't wear headphones. Don't have them around your neck. Don't have them in your lap. I'm surprised she didn't stalk down the aisle, ripping them out of people's luggage and hurling them out the door. Seriously. She said it like 15 times and would stop people and jerk them out of their ears. I've never heard that you couldn't have freaking headphones in your lap for chrissakes.
Also, she had the most grating voice known to man. And she kept talking. She went on for 15 minutes about their mileage plan Visa. God.
And while I'm usually cold on planes, I was bizarrely warm and felt itchy and moist. It made for a very crabby arrival. And the joy of baggage claim. Hiss. So I was grumpy when I met up with Judy and John, who were nice enough to come pick me up late on a work night (and brought me Korean food).
I got home and it was so good to see Hobbes. Jeff had taken wonderful care of him (twice a day for practically a week, he is beyond amazing--and he acts like it's no big deal at all). I took a blissful shower in my own crappy water-pressured shower. I couldn't sleep, but I will say that I was very grateful to be home. My old flat is getting cleaned today (as I type, in fact) and I'll be leaving early to get the keys back and do a walk-through, and be rid of the damn place on Thursday night at 6:30PM when I hand over the keys. Can't fucking wait.
Tonight, yet another trip to Fred Meyer. They should just garnish my wages directly. Today's mission:
- laundry basket
- waste basket for the master bathroom
- some sort of rod/curtain thing for the damn living room already
- shit, shit, I've forgotten the other urgent thing
Tonight I have absolutely got to line the cupboards/cabinets with contact paper and unpack the damn kitchen. And should go to the grocery store. And this time I'm going to buy the damn Satsumas.
We played basketball and ran around outside where there was a paucity of snow. My cousins got me some belated birthday presents (a blanket, some Burt's Bees goodies, and season 1 of The Office). We ate entirely too much of my mom's amazing food and you'd think I'd have gotten enough sleep, but I didn't because the kids woke up so early and were irresistible.
The flight out, as hideously early as it was, wasn't bad. I had one of the exit-row seats with extra leg-room and I fell asleep before we took-off and woke up as we were landing. Good times. The flight home was okay; I devoured S is for Silence. The flight attendant had a pole up her ass about headphones (which I wasn't wearing) but she kept announcing it. Over and over again. Don't wear headphones. Don't have them around your neck. Don't have them in your lap. I'm surprised she didn't stalk down the aisle, ripping them out of people's luggage and hurling them out the door. Seriously. She said it like 15 times and would stop people and jerk them out of their ears. I've never heard that you couldn't have freaking headphones in your lap for chrissakes.
Also, she had the most grating voice known to man. And she kept talking. She went on for 15 minutes about their mileage plan Visa. God.
And while I'm usually cold on planes, I was bizarrely warm and felt itchy and moist. It made for a very crabby arrival. And the joy of baggage claim. Hiss. So I was grumpy when I met up with Judy and John, who were nice enough to come pick me up late on a work night (and brought me Korean food).
I got home and it was so good to see Hobbes. Jeff had taken wonderful care of him (twice a day for practically a week, he is beyond amazing--and he acts like it's no big deal at all). I took a blissful shower in my own crappy water-pressured shower. I couldn't sleep, but I will say that I was very grateful to be home. My old flat is getting cleaned today (as I type, in fact) and I'll be leaving early to get the keys back and do a walk-through, and be rid of the damn place on Thursday night at 6:30PM when I hand over the keys. Can't fucking wait.
Tonight, yet another trip to Fred Meyer. They should just garnish my wages directly. Today's mission:
- laundry basket
- waste basket for the master bathroom
- some sort of rod/curtain thing for the damn living room already
- shit, shit, I've forgotten the other urgent thing
Tonight I have absolutely got to line the cupboards/cabinets with contact paper and unpack the damn kitchen. And should go to the grocery store. And this time I'm going to buy the damn Satsumas.
