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So, I write here to keep a log, a journal of sorts, of my life. I spent too long trying to forget the bad things in my life, the painful events, that I started to forget the good things, too. In keeping this site, I end up keeping memories that I've forgotten from the day to day, but can recall once I read the entry again. Many of those forgotten-then-remembered events make me smile.

Then I come across a day like today. A day that should have been fairly simple, straightforward, and uneventful. Instead, the journey from Flagstaff (which itself was fabulous, I'm thinking of buying my next house in Flagstaff it was so great) was a horrible drive, with a verbally abusive driver with whom I managed to have a screaming match with. A screaming match that was stopped only by Andy's hand on my arm, and a soft voice telling me to calm down.

Yeah, so much for not remembering that incident. My mental picture of the whole thing was of a mother tiger defending her young, not that Kris is my young, or needed defending per se. But he did. Gah. Asshole.

If Andy talks to me again after that incident, I'll be surprised. It was a horrible ending to an amazing trip.

We had two hours between the drive down from Flagstaff and our flight, so my mom drove over to the airport to sit and visit with me. I was still incredibly stressed from the drive up, but moms have a way of calming their kids, and my mom is no exception.