Tucson International Airport is a tiny place, much like a strip mall in any major metropolitan area. We got there right on time. Checked in, checked the ponderous bags and then one last hug and kiss before she walked into the ticket holders area only and was on her way. I'd be back at that airport in about 4 to 5 weeks to pick her up. Man do I hate airports.
For some reason I was wide awake, so when I got home, clock reading 7am, I began picking up the litter and debris from two days of frantic packing and last minute rearranging. That general purge of trash turned into vacuuming, washing of windows, dusting, wiping of counter tops and tables and even organizing the desk and work area. By 10am the house was immaculate. I know it would stay that way because in all actuality, I'm a pretty clean person. Playing the role of a grubby Metalhead just keeps people at bay. If they only knew my real secret: I like things neat and tidy and write kids books. Don't let the long hair and pentagram on my hoodie fool you.
After breakfast, a movie and a nap, I decided to go out and do some shopping. While cleaning, I discovered a gift card to (shut up, I know) Wal-Mart. Seeing that She-Ra took my good headphones when she bought a new MP3 player (the ones that came with it were hideous, sounded like music pumped through a tin can) I knew I had to get some for the month she was gone. Late night impromptu concerts have been known to happen when I'm left alone. Since I don't want the cops called on me, headphones are a necessity. So I pumped myself up, which is necessary before entering yon hallowed halls of Wally-World, drove out and entered.
Luckily, I knew where everything was, so I went straight for the home entertainment area, found a good set of headphones, they were cheap, so I did what anyone else would do with a gift card; loaded up on a bunch of crap. Huge bag of dog food, cat food, kitchen supplies, batteries, work socks, little bits of this and that. When all was said and done, I only owed the nice lady like ten bucks after I used that card. Thanks dad! Best thing is, not one screaming kid, spousal abuse or hairy plumbers crack in the place. But I was disappointed by the lack of mullets. It was actually a quiet Sunday afternoon at Wally-World.
When I got home I chatted with my mom for about an hour. Then talked to She-Ra when she was done with her meeting and getting settled in her hotel room. The it was time for bad VH1 reality shows, “Celebrity Fit Club” and Frank the Entertainer's love show or whatever. Beer started to be consumed. Then the headphones came on and I was soon immersed in old school thrash and metal. An hour later, I was a sweaty mess. Made dinner. Said goodnight to She-Ra. Watched Sinbad's new comedy special. It was okay. Started yawning. Went to bed. It was really weird lying in that big bed all alone. I tried to get the dog to join me but he was happy sleeping by the front gate, most likely waiting for his mom to show up. So I petted him on the head, told him it'd be a while and then went to sleep myself. When I woke up at 4am to use the bathroom one thought came to mind:
I didn't write one word that day.
Rats.
So the process has begun. The lonely chapter, one where I will complete my first full length kids book and try to remain as sane as possible. But I highly doubt that will happen....
Let's recap!
Food: Breakfast-scrambled eggs and oven roasted potatoes. Lunch-turkey sandwich with avocado and some BBQ chips. Dinner-lemon garlic herb chicken over lemon pepper pasta.
Booze: Couple of beers, shot of Jager and a vodka 7.
Movies: “Taking Woodstock”. It was actually a quality movie. A bit slow but really good. Ang Lee did a great job of capturing that moment in time.
Mood: Jumbled.
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