...is knowing when to leave.
we made sure not to overstay our welcome
with tom and betty,
and not to sink too deeply into our vactionary
floridian attitude, either.
you don't want to let yourself become a
flatland weirdie from the south, y'know.
neighbors,
we gave the kids another 'nother new experience
at airports and in the skies-
thunder and lightning delays?
we GOT they, y'all.
unsafe explosive weather patterns stalled our
expeditious departure for a little minute,
and made the wifey pretty nervous, as well.
and when we made our layover connection?
yuuuuuuuuuup.
instead of a leisurely wait at the terminal,
we sweatily sped across several tram-connected
gate-enclosures, up and down stairs,
terminator-type terminal terrorism in full-effect,
far and away from anything resembling leisure.
mad dash scrambling for a last-minute gate-reopening
barely-made-it entrance, from miami to harford?
uh-huh.
air travel!
it's like hanging out with a claustrophobic group of
A*-holes you'd otherwise avoid at all costs on land.
that happens.
-
and now we're in connecticut.
awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, MAN!!
safely returned from eight epic days of
active participation and family togetherness
and intensive relaxation and vacation magic.
we couldn't have given these kids a better time.
that's a thing,
we couldn't have had nicer weather,
better companions,
more-accomodating coconspirators,
or worthier warrior poetry in motion.
i'm sure super grateful for the time spanned,
and for the family and the togetherness.
it all really happened.
maybe the secret universal plan cashed in
a little bit of store credit for us;
never quiet, never soft.....
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