drag and drop
usually, giz and i don’t travel together very well. usually, our connections are somehow confused. usually, this makes us stressed and frustrated on top of being tired, because usually, we get flights out very early in the morning.
so, usually, when i get stressed and frustrated and tired, i get cranky and start criticising everything. pretty much anything and everything.
and usually, when giz gets stressed and frustrated and tired, she gets cranky and starts defending everything – the things that i start criticising.
as can be expected, usually, this does not go down well.
so, usually, we end up trying not to say anything at all.
this time we were ok. for once we were ok. even though there were several glitches.
we finally found our gate for our connecting flight and sat down. i think we were both in the process of shutting down when this wee little kid came over, probably about two or so, and wanted us to read him a book. his mother came over, smiled at us, apologised, picked him up, and carried him away.
two minutes later, he was back. she came back over, retrieved him, smiled, apologised again, and carried him away again.
and then he was back. so she finally gave up and let him play with us until close to boarding time.
that was probably the best thing that happened all trip.
sky is blue! for the first time in a bit!
…rain is wonderful but sometimes it is nice when the sky is blue.
it’s very strange how moving can rekindle some relationships that were starting to vaguely, subtly die off. it has been surprising, random, and completely caught me off guard, but i definitely approve of this one side effect.
there’s too much packing. the front room is so full of boxes it’s pretty much impossible to walk into it from either direction. giz and i spent the afternoon with keith the other day; as we were about to head back he asked what we were up to for the rest of the evening.
‘don’t say packing,’ he said.
i’ve had enough of it, i think.
