So last night, a little before 10:00pm or so, Crysta and I rolled back into Lafayette. We'd been away from home since Wednesday night, and we were just ready to collapse. Okay, I was ready to collapse - I think Crysta got a decent nap on the drive. In any case, I was tired, so we didn't stay up that late last night.
While I love my family, and very much enjoyed seeing them, the very act of traveling always wears on me. I mean, between the driving, sleeping in unfamiliar beds, and now with the added element of time zone shifts... geh.
On the upside, the trip itself was a good one. Thanksgiving was a good time (with only mild familial tension), I got to hang out with Chris, we spent time with Crysta's brother Nick, and we stopped by and saw Crysta's Dad on Sunday... a rather full calendar of visitation. Other stuff happened too though, including my helping hang the Christmas lights in the front yard.
In fact, I think the only bad thing that really occurred while I was there was my Father taking a chunk out of his pinky and having to go to the Emergency room on Friday. For the record, he's fine - but that really kind of sucked. A decorative butter knife got stuck in the garbage disposal. My father, assuming it was a spoon or something benign, reached in to dislodge the item -- and cut himself.
The part that's funny, is where my parents spent twenty minutes debating what to do about the garbage disposal before actually leaving for the hospital. I love my family, but sometimes they do things strangely.
The photo for this post, which you can find a larger version of here, is of a claw machine at one of the Illinois Tollway Oasises (or whatever the plural of Oasis is... Oasii?) where apparently you can try to win yourself a Domokun.
No kitten is safe on the Illinois Tollway apparently.
I know I promised my Daisho Con report last week and did not deliver. Worry not, I'll get it done this week. I just didn't have time to get it done before hitting the road last week, so time just got eaten away. I may just create fewer stick-figures if that's what it takes. Would losing your full quota of my terrible stick-figures be a tragedy? Perhaps.
I laugh at the image of domokuns in the machine. I bet all the kids just think he is a monster that eats cats. I wanted to swat a kid who gave me that answer only for me to correct him about being NHK TV's mascot.
Still I'm glad you had a good holiday. I did too. My family bagged 4 deer in the course of the week.