Nine days ago – the date of the so called Mayan apocalypse, I flew down to Charleston to pick up my Son. When he got to the airport, we were both psyched to see each other, but I was a little apprehensive at first. I hadn’t seen him in four months. And even though we spoke everyday, his voice sounded different. what if he was different? what would I do if he didn’t like all the Legos I bought him for Christmas?
Much to my delight, his stay in town was great! I had a few plans in mind during his stay – a Lego engineering exhibit, a movie or two – none of which we did. Although I was disappointed that we didn’t do anything “fun” we spent all of our time together. He was just happy to see me and he was psyched because it was Christmas. I’ve heard and read people saying don’t try to be the “Disney World Dad” and they’re absolutely right. Most of the time we were together, we watched TV, played with toys, video games, had a snowball fight, colored, and just hung out. It really was about the quality of the time we spent together, doing the kinds of things we haven’t been able to do together – living so far away. We also paid the obligatory Christmas visits: my brother and my uncle’s houses for Christmas eve and Christmas Day respectively. Getting snow on Christmas Eve was just icing on the proverbial cake. I could not have asked for anything more.
Last Thursday, I made the trip back to south to get the Boy home for his South Carolina Christmas. Sis came along for moral support – that and we had talked about making a little side-trip after dropping off my son. Saying goodbye was tough, as I expected it to be. He and both cried, but we made a deal to see each other more often in the coming year. Surprisingly, the STBX was civil. I wouldn’t go as far as to say she was polite, but my time at the Old House was a little easier than I expected. While there, I picked up what I hope is the last of my things from the old house. That part wasn’t really hard; but I just want that part to be over so i can move on.
inexpensive. Despite some bad reviews online, I thought the hotel was fine. Sure, it could have used some minor touching-up, but I’m not really picky on hotels, especially those on the beach. In this case, four walls and a roof would have been more than enough.
I suggested the road trip to Sis. She suggested Daytona – as she had been to the area a few times. We basically just hung out, hit a few of the local bars. Mostly we just wanted to get away from this God-awful winter that just hit Michigan. I figured I would need a day or two to just relax after dropping off my Son. This side trip was just long enough for me to clear my head and get motivated to get back home.
Tomorrow is, of course, New Year‘s Eve. I for one, can’t wait to stick my foot up the proverbial ass of 2012 as we bid it adieu. 2013 could be a worse, year I suppose, but that is difficult to imagine. I’ll be attending a house party to usher in the new year. Several people from the social club should be there. At first, I was absolutely psyched about the party – hoping to maybe meet somebody there, maybe even hang out with Red & SHG. I was even considering getting a ticket to a club’s NYE party that is within walking distance, just to hopefully run into them – or anyone else for that matter. Right now, I just hope the house party doesn’t suck. I’m trying to remain upbeat while not setting my expectations too high.