We're home. We took a chance and took to the skies on Friday the 13th. I know it lacks all logic and as a semi-educated person I should not believe in superstitions. And it's not that I actually believe, it's more like it's just there, in the back of my mind anytime someone says "nothing more can go wrong" or I see a black cat, or when I think I have a moment of ESP. It's just that I live life looking for the foreshadowing. BB, being part Vulcan and thoroughly logical, doesn't accept my gift of The Sight. HE hasn't had a ceiling fan fall on him in the middle of the night after nights and nights of that exact premonition.
Despite the unlucky day to travel, we made it home with no glitches and are pretty much unpacked, laundry underway and lolling in the memories of cool California. As the plane approached Austin it looked like we were heading into a swamp. Water everywhere. When we stepped out of the airport it was thick, hot and soupy. Welcome back to Texas. Had I mentioned there were no mosquitoes in San Francisco? Fire ants either. Oh, and the food. Good food. That I didn't have to cook. Or clean up. Bliss.
Yosemite was awesome. I'll post some photos from there soon. BB has them all on his computer and he's not giving it up quite yet now that I have my own little white iBook to play with. I missed you iBook. I was almost sucked in by BB's shiny, silver, backlit-keyboard Powerbook which moves at lightning speed. But now that I'm back with my cozy, comfortable, broken-in laptop, I wouldn't trade it. Not yet anyway. I've been through a lot with this baby and it might be bad luck to kick it aside just yet.
7/13/07
Superstition
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Glad you're home, safe'n sound. Can't wait to see the Bubble Clan again!
Did a ceiling fan really fall on you in the middle of the night?
I was nursing Little A at 2 am and I had often have a premonition of how awful it would be if the ceiling fan fell on me in the middle of the night while I was nursing a baby. Then, one night, it dropped down out of the ceiling and bashed around held up only by the electrical cords. So, it didn't really fall ON me, but it fell out of the ceiling right above me and scared HELL out of me.
Glad you're home, RayRay! Did you check out the retreat places? It's gonna be FAB!
Checked out the VRBOs. I'm not A Decider. I'm more The Person Who Will Show Up Where You Tell Her And Will Bring The Vodka In A Peanut Butter Jar kinda girl.
Vodka in a Peanut Butter Jar. Hum... That's a new one on me. What other secret containers can you use?
Anything leakproof and plastic will do. That way you can take it right to the beach or the pool and you don't have to worry about those troublesome "no glass" rules.
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