Flying High

One day and fifteen hours until take off.

Wow.

Butterflies.

"If the butterflies in my stomach were cows, I could start a dairy farm." A quote by Burt in the movie The Fastest Indian.

I am getting really excited and slightly apprehensive. I can't wait for being actually on vacation, we need it, badly. What I am not really looking forward to? My mom's best friend called me yesterday and she seems more worried then I am about interaction with my grandma. I am pretty much hoping to stay out of the house as much as possible to avoid friction. To make that situation worse? My mom so lovingly told me to consider it this way, "it could be the last time you see her." Morbid, I know, but really a rather familiar aspect to my family. For probably seven years my grandma kept telling me that our dog "won't be around forever." I was young but duh, we had one dog who had already passed away, I knew the drill. I didn't need the reminder every few days.

Now relating this concept to my grandma? She has been trying to divide her stuff up for probably the last ten years. She had to clean out my great aunt's house when she died and didn't want to put her family through that when her time came. She's one step away from having little post-it notes on everything saying who gets what. I don't want to consider this the last time I see her. I want to consider her the same grandma I have always seen her as. An old fashioned tough bitch who is worth being admired. I love her, I always will. I don't want to picture her as this elderly ailing woman that is going to be going before I am ready. Why does everyone want me to think that way? I am not denying the enviable, just trying not to dwell in that bad place. Is that wrong?

Okay, back to the excitement of vacation, it's a much better topic anyway. Flying is the first hurtle. I haven't in the air in nearly a decade. It should be an adventure. My uncle (the fun one) is picking us up from the airport, I can't wait to see him. Wednesday probably will entail a day at the beach and ending with a baseball game. Yay! Disneyland Thursday and Friday and to just add a cherry on top I just may meet my dear doppelganger in person. Just so you know, I am going to want a picture of us together. Saturday is reserved for my mom's best friend and I am sure the family will have something planned for Sunday.

Monday means back home, hopefully it will all be in one piece. Who knows with just the cats and Ketchup here. The hubby won't be heading back to work until next Wednesday, let's hope he hasn't forgotten how to cook by then, hehe.

As for tonight and tomorrow? Laundry and finish packing, drinking and smoking enough weed to maybe get the perma-high to last our whole week without. Sounds like a good plan doesn't it?

I'll try and get another post in tomorrow, especially since I won't be updating this little beauty for a week.

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