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Tuesday, September 07, 2004 Last Week So last week went by–it seemed to go a lot slower than I remembered–and now I'm back to work again. It was groovy getting out of work at 2:30 for three days and then taking Thursday and Friday off. Coupled with the Labor Day holiday, I got the longest vacation I've taken since last Christmas. Even then, I only took the day after off, giving myself four days. Damn, when the hell was the last time I had off like this? I can't remember. I didn't even take that much time when The Boy was born (not that that would have been a vacation, mind you). Starting on Wednesday I was getting calls from Christine (who got sick earlier and suffered through her vacation. She's even taking today off as her last day, giving her a grand total of 10 days in a row without work. Damn, what is wrong with me?!?)... Anyway, she started calling me to give me updates on Hurricane Frances. As the week worn on, it was becoming apparent that there might be a real chance they would not be coming home on Saturday. Project paths put the storm crossing right over Tampa and at least on Thursday, they couldn't nail it down, but it might hit the area around 12 to 2. The flight was scheduled to leave at 11. Friday wasn't much better, but at least it was looking like Frances was taking it's sweet ass time getting there. Brigette and Frank drove them to the airport in the early morning of Saturday and then hightailed it out of there, Tine called and told me. She then settled in for a three-hour wait. Later she told me there were lots of people on stand-by hoping to get the hell out ahead of Frances. Some of them were angry. That can't have been fun. But they did make it out. They closed Tampa a few hours afterwards. She said the flight was turbulence-filled. When I met them at the airport there was 4.7 minutes of Happy-To-See you, followed by 20 mins of waiting for the luggage that slowly began to work on everyone's nerves. Things went downhill from there. It's hard to shake the tension from that kind of wait and flight. It's not something I realized right away, either. The drive home aggravated things, because there was quite a bit of traffic. Tine just got more and more tense to the point she was nauseous. I think it took her over 24 hours to decompress. She seemed a lot better on Monday morning. Happy to be home, finally. It's sort of a mixed bag with everyone being home again. I don't have to worry about Finn as much. I don't have to wait until he's asleep to take a shower or watch the news. But I also can't dump a giant tub of Lego onto the floor in the middle of the living room. It's also much harder to keep things clean with three other people mucking up the works. But I can check my email without him hounding me, or putting on Dora the Explorer for the 86th time. I keep getting that stupid theme song stuck in my head... Leebone and Kim came by on Sunday to have me try on the wedding outfit. They're having a Renaissance wedding, full costumes and everything. Oh boy. No pics yet, but there will be next month after the wedding. I know you're dying to see those. :) For now I should turn my attention toward the BrikWars game in late October. I have done squat for it, and I'm starting to feel guilty. Real guilt too, not that fake guilt sometimes you say you have. I need to create a few short videos that introduce that game and some tanget material. I figure I have six weeks. Which means I'll only have one done by game time... posted by Evil Wayne | 3:55 PM 0 comments 0 Comments: |
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