o man.

waking up is hard to do.

there was no way quick enough to get me to my family. there were almost 4 hours away by train. 3 hours by boat.

i opted for the 20 minute plane.

left the hotel at the last available minute.

the owner was in the lobby, sandra. she remembered me i think. and definitely the woman who runs the kitchen, hoodoo. well, that’s what i call her. they tried to indulge me in breakfast, but i left no time. so they insisted on coffee to go and some sliced apples in a bag. ok. tak.

out i headed, determined to make the plane i was bound to miss, but without taking a taxi. the urge was too strong to continue my travel game and just walk the  2 blocks to the train station, grab a ticket and nab a train to maybe arrive in time at the airport. so i do.

the junky trying to ask for change gets my late for the plane snarl.

train to the plane. plane leaves in 35 minutes and it’s a haul to the terminal 1000 meters away. so i sprint it with my load on cart. i consider it exercise. it’s a long haul, but i take the outside course.

i make it with 20 minutes or so to spare. i know this terminal. its hyggly (cozy).

then i am fetched by my father in law. a john wayne body with a paul newman head. he turns 70 tomorrow. he looks at least 10 years younger then that. a bear hug then we head out.

apple town is where they live (ebeltoft). a tiny burg at the edge of the sea. a remake of “the birds” would go down well here. the kids are waiting at the door and rush out. this is the best part of existence. that first cling. the impact. the smiles. the electric anticipation. the astonishing growth of them in just a short time. i always embrace so stunned from the stunningness of reproduction further up the road.

then the thick lipped linger from the missus with slight tinge of  “how do we put up with this occupational hazard” aftertaste.

then she splits for the night. gone with the girls to soak in some time without offspring. i am tickled for the cluster and resolve.

me and the kids walk down to the town for ice cream and homemade waffle cones. its freezing out. then the rain. we duck inside to warm up with pommes frittes (french fries). then back up home. dinner with everyone by the big windows overlooking the mercury sea and grey bluster.

when bed time comes, it’s the best part planting them pups.

i stay up a long while taking in the splendor of solitude and then fold up for the night. tucson is starting to broil, but here, heavy blankets.