I’m not sure how my family can trek so often from hometown to Lake Havasu. Five or so hours on the road, twice in one weekend, is just numbing. Especially when most of the drive is dirt, rocks and more dirt. I love the desert - LOVE it - but after a while dirt’s just dull.
I did have a kickass rotation of songs playing though, which helps immensely.
The night sky on the Arizona/California border pretty much made up for any complaint I could fathom about the drive. It’s the widest, brightest expanse of stars I’ve ever seen in my life, having lived under thick smog forever. The constellations are perfectly clear and I happened to be hangin’ out with a space geek at four a.m. who could point them out. And! Two shooting stars in less than as many minutes.
Space Geek & I, ft. fancy hat
Not to mention, and don’t tell my mom I said this ‘cuz she’ll totally cry, I totally dig hangin’ with my fam.
My beautiful sister & Kiddo
Static had a bad rep until this weekend. Kiddo was thrilled with its existence.
We look nothing alike but I swear she’s mine. I think.
Yeah, no, for sure.
Kiddo must have decorated two tons of flat rocks with paint markers, drawn six thousandy pictures and made a total of three masks. I’ll take ink stained surfaces, skin and clothes over Barbies any day.
Never one with even a remote interest in the kitchen, I can usually do more damage than help during meal prep. I’d rather wash dishes, though I loathe them only slightly less than cooking. But Thursday afternoon found my mom, Kiddo, my sister and I spinning circles around each other in the kitchen with Tool on the Ipod. Much to my surprise, we did a damn fine job. The massive meal was delicious as were the leftovers for the next two days.
Kiddo & casserole
Matthew’s dad called me to make sure I knew the situation and to check in. I performed epic meltdown 2.0. I needed to. There was some residual freak out tears left but I should be bone dry now. Until the funeral..
Onward.
Early Saturday evening I came home to a clean house, courtesy of some friends that stayed in the abode while it was empty for the holiday weekend, and an ecstatic Lucy and Rylie. Veronica da Bun could not have cared any less about my presence though she changed her tone real quick when I presented frozen carrots. Jack even had a sparkling clean tank. Our friends are that sweet.
I miss my pets when I’m gone. Who am I?
I hope everyone else’s holiday had at least one nap and a giant wedge of pie.
-CJ
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