November 18, 2015

This morning I was off my game: 5:44.  The night was filled with tossing and turning, quite fitful.  This morning was filled with wonderful music (Supertramp and Alan Parsons Project) and a long mental list of "haftas": oil, gloves (I almost wrote hand-shoes...starting to think in German already) ortho, pack outside, work, pack, phone calls....

Yet, once I arrived for my oil change, it seems I really needed new this (it was bad), new that (it was worse), radiator flush , and this 'n that.  $49 quickly became $278.  Then the next news: nail in tire and BAD, BALD tires... not good.  Picked up kids for ortho appointment and drove mostly carefully there.  I can't drive 55.

Dropped kids at home with list of to-dos and headed down to my tire shop in Folsom where  I am recognized for issues with tires.  Seems the Suzuki Samurai accident was the first red flag that we would have a long history. $728 and 4 Michelins later, my ride was much sweeter.  I was amazed and astounded at the great job the kids did with cleaning/organizing/packing.  I helped with what I could before having to leave for my two o'clock, four-thirty and five o'clocks.  I do work in a near-perfect work place.

Mags sent me a text which stated her worries...it seems she had missed that I had a 5 and wondered where I was, but I got home by 6:30, as planned (by me) and we headed off to AT&T to get the international plan/info on SIM cards, then off to grab dinner for us all. This is our last dinner here together after almost 5 years,though we are all worn and frazzled from a house with things packed away, things in storage, things misplaced, boxes everywhere, bubble-wrap, scared dogs, those horrible odds and ends you can't through away but what do you do with them?? 

Ethan showed me something he had found during the day with Maggie's metal detector: an old rusted-off barrel of a gun, a revolver.  This kid. At the apartments it was a double barrel 12-gauge shotgun he found(which I turned in to sheriff's office). Andtomorrow...at this time, instead of sitting in a hot bubble bath with my bruised body, I'll be en route on Swiss Airlines with my tribe.  So excited.

Pictures: Ethan's latest find: My two o'clock; Schweitzer Geld and a tram ticket with one more ride.