Any day now you’re leaving for Copenhagen. It’s that summer vacation I’ve been dreading since last Christmas. Of course, I could be going, too but…not only do I never want to drive on a California freeway but I also don’t want to fly all the way across the US and an ocean and back again. So, I’m not going. That was the original reason I wasn’t going. Then we purchased your ticket and figured out expenses while you are gone and whoa! That’s pretty expensive for just one person. And she’s your daughter 😛 Works out well all the way around… Except I will miss you.
I can’t think very clearly about what I’ll do with myself for three weeks. I’ll watch the toddlers three mornings a week and have a park date with another toddler one afternoon a week and…OMG! It’s dawning on me that for the first time, in my adult life, not only will I not be working (I’m retired) but it’s just going to be me for many hours each day. I mean like silence. I feel like that picture up top – sailing towards me. I wonder what I’ll discover?
I’m now entering a slow meltdown mode. I have no intention of mentioning this again until after 1AM Thursday morning. That’s when your plane will land in Copenhagen. Later that day, Lana and Melinda and I will go to the new burger joint for comfort food. I may bring home a piece of pie. I’m not sure. I’m already full thinking about the pie parts.