knitabit

Back from Utah

*whew*

I keep telling myself it's good to make the husband and kids fend for themselves once in a while, but I think my worrying about their fending is more stressful than the actual fending.

The day before I left: my husband had to deal with the worst water line rupture they've had at the City since he started working there more than 20 years ago; my oldest son needed help on a take-home math test and when it was apparent he hadn't grasped the material I spent more than an hour reviewing the concepts before we got back to working on the test itself; the second oldest son had some piece of his orthodontics come apart and I told him he'd just have to live with it until next week; the third oldest son spent an hour in panic-mode looking for a school book that he claimed was lost somewhere in our house (it turns out it was in his desk at school all along); and my daughter had the typical "please don't leave us, mom" meltdown that accompanies my every departure from the normal routine. So I had all of this on my mind while driving to the aiport at 4:00 in the morning on Wednesday. And then the flight was canceled and although I got on the next flight out without any problem, it still meant that I lost a hell of a lot of sleep for no good reason.

I didn't bring along any knitting because I was fairly certain something would be confiscated at airport security. And I was right - they took me aside to get a pair of manicure scissors out of my carry-on suitcase. This is so stupid that I just won't bother to comment further.

I had lots of downtime so I bought two books at the airport - I finished one and I'm halfway through the other. I know I'm the last person to read it, but I thought "The Secret Life of Bees" was just the most wonderful thing and I'm going to re-read it again someday. It was so good, I read it too fast. I hate it when I do that.

Okay, this is scary: I went to amazon.com just now to retrieve the link and it says I ordered this book back in January. I did? Then why did I just buy another one? Why didn't I read it when I bought it the first time? I'm even more convinced that I have early-onset Alzheimer's.

The other book is "The Namesake" and it is also very good.

I need to read more.

Comments

Yeah, sometimes that Amazon feature causes more head-smacking than it's worth. Mostly, though, I appreciate being reminded when I've already bought the same gift for someone. It has happened before...

Welcome back.

Posted by: Patricia Tryon at October 15, 2004 07:03 PM