In the Aeroplane Over the Sea

We go back to Michigan next week. 

We leave Wednesday morning and arrive in the afternoon.  We’ll meet Jeremy’s dad and then drive up to the woods.  It will be weird.

Saturday the 9th is the celebration in honor of my dad.  It’ll be held in Port Huron at the hotel where I worked for 3 months in 1996 before walking out after realizing I’d rather be hung over at a family reunion than working as a hostess in the restaurant of the Thomas Edison Inn.  On 9th April I will essentially be at a family reunion.  But one where I’ll be giving a speech (not really a speech exactly, more of an extended anecdote filled toast).  Also I will probably not have toenails painted blue (although I think if I wanted I could still pull that off), and if I want a hang over I don’t have to drive to Canada to get one.  I will probably try not to have a hangover though.

And even though my nerves are starting to ratchet up, as they always do before I take a trip anywhere that involves more than a couple hours in an airplane (because they are unnatural and scary and I don’t like to think about the fact that I am in the air too much but I always do), I am looking forward to this trip.  It will be good to see friends and family and it will be good to celebrate my father’s life with them.

Hopefully, it will not snow while I’m there.  London has totally made me soft.


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