I'm Back...Back in Seattle Again
Monday, July 21, 2008
Back in Seattle again (It sounds better if you sing it to the Aerosmith song "Back in the Saddle Again").
The last two weeks have been a whirlwind. Our friend Steph and her son Aiden came out to Bear’s Lair for awhile. They flew into Burlington Vermont and stayed for about a week. It was great fun for all, though it was also rather exhausting. Aiden is a very energetic four year old.
He and Zachary got along great! They blew bubbles, played in the sand, swam in the lake, threw rocks in the creek, had naked races around the cabin, and they even got to visit Santa Claus. They both loved the fact that they could pee anywhere they liked. They were forever going off to find a new spot and mark it as their own.
We took a great trip to North Pole, New York; the summer home of Santa Claus. There were reindeer to feed, carnival rides to enjoy, musical shows, an icy cold pole, and, of course, the man himself. Zachary had a blast. He could hardly contain his excitement. Aiden, on the other hand, enjoyed himself, but couldn’t quite understand why we were visiting Santa Claus in July; a noble question, indeed.
Carrie’s cousins and aunt came up and joined us for a few days before we headed off. We bade a sad farewell to Bear’s Lair on Saturday, then drove most of the day to reach Small Town, New York. Here we visited more Niebanck relatives, including Zachary’s Great Aunt and Uncle. We were welcomed into their homes and given food and shelter for the night. It was a wonderful opportunity to get re-acquainted with long lost relatives.
The next day was flight time. We packed and repacked our bags, searching for the right weight for each. We arrived at JFK with plenty of time and boarded our plane on time. We pulled away from the Jetway and sat on the tarmac for two solid hours before finally taking off. I hate JFK. There always seems to be a line of planes waiting for take off and we always have to wait hours on end inside the metal tube with nothing to do and nothing to drink, just sitting in those oh so comfortable chairs so that we can turn a six hour flight into an eight hour flight.
Now we are in Seattle staying at a friend’s house. It’s a little chilly for us, but we are happy to be here. There is family to see and friends to visit. Unfortunately, there are also dentist appointments and doctor’s appointments as well. I am sure we shall persevere. It seems hard to believe that vacation is almost over, although I am a little tired of living out of a suitcase. I am sure I will not elicit much sympathy when I say that eight weeks is a long time to be on vacation, but it is true.
MJR
Back in Seattle again (It sounds better if you sing it to the Aerosmith song "Back in the Saddle Again").
The last two weeks have been a whirlwind. Our friend Steph and her son Aiden came out to Bear’s Lair for awhile. They flew into Burlington Vermont and stayed for about a week. It was great fun for all, though it was also rather exhausting. Aiden is a very energetic four year old.
He and Zachary got along great! They blew bubbles, played in the sand, swam in the lake, threw rocks in the creek, had naked races around the cabin, and they even got to visit Santa Claus. They both loved the fact that they could pee anywhere they liked. They were forever going off to find a new spot and mark it as their own.
We took a great trip to North Pole, New York; the summer home of Santa Claus. There were reindeer to feed, carnival rides to enjoy, musical shows, an icy cold pole, and, of course, the man himself. Zachary had a blast. He could hardly contain his excitement. Aiden, on the other hand, enjoyed himself, but couldn’t quite understand why we were visiting Santa Claus in July; a noble question, indeed.
Carrie’s cousins and aunt came up and joined us for a few days before we headed off. We bade a sad farewell to Bear’s Lair on Saturday, then drove most of the day to reach Small Town, New York. Here we visited more Niebanck relatives, including Zachary’s Great Aunt and Uncle. We were welcomed into their homes and given food and shelter for the night. It was a wonderful opportunity to get re-acquainted with long lost relatives.
The next day was flight time. We packed and repacked our bags, searching for the right weight for each. We arrived at JFK with plenty of time and boarded our plane on time. We pulled away from the Jetway and sat on the tarmac for two solid hours before finally taking off. I hate JFK. There always seems to be a line of planes waiting for take off and we always have to wait hours on end inside the metal tube with nothing to do and nothing to drink, just sitting in those oh so comfortable chairs so that we can turn a six hour flight into an eight hour flight.Now we are in Seattle staying at a friend’s house. It’s a little chilly for us, but we are happy to be here. There is family to see and friends to visit. Unfortunately, there are also dentist appointments and doctor’s appointments as well. I am sure we shall persevere. It seems hard to believe that vacation is almost over, although I am a little tired of living out of a suitcase. I am sure I will not elicit much sympathy when I say that eight weeks is a long time to be on vacation, but it is true.
MJR
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