Sorry for the lack of posts lately, gang. I’m in that new job mode where I try to build
up a lot of good will and work hard so when I slide into lazy, blog all the
time mode it’s harder to notice.
But I guarantee lots of posts coming up because the family
is headed on our first vacation in a year and a half! We’re currently zooming over whatever body of
land or water connects Evanston and Costa Rica.
The trip to the airport and subsequent march through to the
gate revealed our personalities better than 7 years of blog posts to date.
When our cab was three minutes late, I called the taxi
company to ask that they fire everyone on staff and start over when people who
could be on time. I also hip checked
Diana away from the ticketing kiosk and walked through the terminal at such a
clip that Luca almost became the permanent property of Aunt Annie’s Pretzles.
Luca, my son and travel soul mate, was obsessed with his
backpack. Was his blankie in there? Yes, it was there three seconds ago, but is
it there now? Is it? Well, there is only one way to find out. Luca also managed to spill two, count ‘em two
drinks before the plane left the jet bridge.
Elijah kept his focus on the most important person in the
world: Elijah. The family Ipad stopped
being the family Ipad almost immediately.
Our airplane snacks entered his stomach before Luca could figure out his
seatbelt. Eli also informed the pilot
that 4.5 hours would not work with his schedule and it would be better for all
involved if we made it to the Southern Hemisphere before the movie “Frozen” was
over.
Diana channeled her days following Phish. Oh, we’re running late? That’s, like, a bummer man. Get pulled out of security for a special search? Groovy.
They’re boarding the plane and I’m still twenty people back in line for
coffee? Karma will work itself out. Oh, Luca spilled orange juice all over his
seat? We can, like, sit in another
row. Because we’re all connected in this
circle of life called United Airlines.
This is going to be a lot of fun.
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