I have trouble writing on American keyboards now, so this is going to be short. I managed to finally talk to The Boy, he came around in the end. It's a good thing, too, because I hate leaving on a bad note. Luckily, we didn't.
I did, however, arrive on a bad note. My dad was waiting for me at the airport, and after I had given him a hug, he said, 'We're going to the emergency room.' My mom had gotten into a car accident earlier that afternoon, and had broken her arm. We're just thankful it wasn't any more serious than that. Still, not a good way to touch ground.
Since then, I've been running around visiting doctors (I have gotten five shots in the last 24 hours), getting new contacts (I can see at night now!), getting my haircut (for the first time since May), going to the grocery (Mom cqn't push the cart so well), rescuing things out of the car at the wrecking place, and visiting with good friends. Today, on the burner, is a trip to my mom's doctor's (she can't drive), a trip to the pharmacy, a trip to the dentist, a trip to the vet's, and somewhere in there I still have three Xmas presents left to buy.
This is a strange and unusual Christmas, for sure. We don't have a tree, and in the chaos, we're not planning on getting one. I may just have to make some Christmas cookies this evening to bring things back to feeling semi-holiday-like.
Sounds rather disjointed, all in all, but hopefully it'll work out to something vaguely like normality. Merry christmas :)
It's true about the keyboard. I had a hard time getting used to the French one, but then when I borrowed a British assistants laptop I couldn't type on the English keyboard anymore :)
It's true about the French keyboard. I had a hard time getting used to it at first, but now I've found it hard to go back when I borrowed a British assistants laptop :)