Travelbugs

Travelbugs

Well, we just got back from our convention down in Tucson. There were family and friends there and in Phoenix we didn't get a chance to see while we were down in the griddle. It was about all we could do to attend each session, feed ourselves, and sleep under the liquid-nitrogen powered A/C at the hotel. Man I love Hotel air conditioning.

The kids did pretty well in the car ride there and back, which is a pleasant surprise. Although, this might be partially due to the one-hour stopover at the McDonalds hamster habitat at I-17 and Thomas each way. Man, those playrooms are icky. If I worked at McDonalds, the last thing I'd spend time cleaning is those huge aerial tunnel mazes. And it shows. If you look closely enough. That's why I prefer to stand back at least twenty feet and sort of blur my vision. I need peace of mind, just as much as the next person. And the way I figure it, it's like they're getting natural vaccinations when they play in places like this. Kids these days are kept far too sterile. Then they grow up to have industrial disease and chronic this & that. Have I griped about antibacterial soap yet?

The Bullock fire burning in the Catalinas put on a big show. On Friday night, we watched it throwing a bright orange glow on the smoke shooting out. We were commenting on how it looked like a volcano. Which struck me funny later, because if we were watching a volcano, I guess we'd comment on how it looked like a forest fire.

We grabbed a quick brunch (heh, I said brunch) at The Good Egg before we left Tucson this morning. They were really kid-friendly. The instant we sat down, the kids were given little bowls of honey-nut cheerios and apple slices to go along with the crayons and paper. Harrison grabbed the two little straws in his orange juice, crossed them and said "An X! It's an X!" That was pretty cool. Well...actually he said it more like "It's an ecks......ks." He echoes his last consonants all the time "Bottle of Milk......k!" "Quiet!......t!" I've been trying to figure out if he hears things funny, like maybe his left ear fires off the sound a half second later than his right ear or something.

I can't wait to get in to work tomorrow and see what horrors await me after my absence. It's like a great big Shroedinger's Cat experiment. The cat is either dead, or it's alive. And only the brain-sucking fluorescent lights and flickering monitors at the office will coalesce the disasters into reality for me.

Jeremy