“Who comes to the airport and sightsees?” That’s my Dad talking, he’s in the middle lane, searching for United airline’s signage. You know how people pause, stop anywhere and everywhere? Well, he’s not a fan. All the way here, he’s sped, as much as twenty miles per hour over the speed limit. He’s determined to make up for the time his lovely wife used on an extra load of laundry this morning. “I should have stayed up later last night,” Paula says, shaking her head.
The transfer happens quick, quicker than usual with temperatures in the teens. I’m quick to tell them to have fun, and squeeze them a moment longer when a tiny seed of worry comes that this could be the last time I see them. I hate when morbidity hits like that.
Sipping on my free Starbucks birthday coffee, I descend Highway 18, eastbound, and the dark blue mountain ridge contrasting with the peachy skies is a pre-sun treat. I’m jealous of the long-haul truckers and night-shift returner homers; this is their daily view. Hey look! Rainier has her swirly cloud cap on.
I can’t remember when I learned about the three-day rule, and how even on a perfectly clear and sunny day, it will rain within three days if Mount Rainier has her ball cap on. Trust me, I’ve lived in the area for my whole life, and unlike the unpredictability of weather forecasters, this is one constant that is never wrong.
Up next is the fourth scenario of the board game Gloomhaven with Dave. Whoever makes these games with their million head-spinning rules and makes it sensical is beyond me. Uh oh, we just sprung a trap; never mind, it didn’t hurt us.
In preparing for this game, I moved a small Christmas bag with my name on it, and instantly realized I hadn’t played with my magnetic sunglasses, eyeballs, and mouths that attach to plants. Well, now I have, and here the results. Since I did it while Evelyn was in bed, I wonder if she’ll spot the latest plant flair.
Thankfully, Dave’s a rule junkie, so I get to tippity type over here while he reads. Only two hours and forty-five minutes left on the first day of my forty-second year on this planet. It’s a little odd that I’m getting comments about still being alive. But I get it. It’s a dangerous world out there.
Damn, more monsters coming at us. I go from not knowing what the heck is going on, to carefree and excited when my attack kills a guy. Since I just killed a Stone Golem, I’m feeling pretty zesty.
We’re about to win. Yay.
Love, Jaclynn
Going On 40 