I was just talking to Pammy (who we also call Pam, The Pamster, and Pamela), and she suddenly sat upright and said, “Oh, I forgot to tell you! We had to call the fire department last week while you were away!” I raised my eyebrows a little.
“The other carbon monoxide detector went off,” she said. For those playing along at home, we went through this recently, motherlode-detects-a-man-in-uniform
“Well, why didn’t you just pull it out of the wall? It’s probably the same problem as the other one – dust,” I told her. She smiled.
“Well, Ari was concerned. It was really beeping, so I decided it would be best to call the fire department.”
“You just wanted to have firemen come over, didn’t you?”
“I just wanted to make sure we were all safe,” she replied. And smiled again.
If I didn’t know better, I’d swear she was my own. Close enough.
I’m off very early tomorrow (just ask Christer, who will have his arse hauled out of bed at 6am to take me to the airport) and back Thursday morning, equally early. Friday is Ari’s 18th birthday. Pray for me.
I will be in the wilds of Alaska (well, I saw the hotels; not really so wild) so I’m unsure if wifi will be good. Or, as I continue to call it, fly around internet. The boys have given up trying to explain it to me. They now call it fly around internet. I often have decent wifi and can receive emails, but I can’t send any. I’m sure it’s an iPad glitch, though I’ve heard it from others. Sometimes where ever we are just doesn’t have enough juice to fire stuff out. The blog will be in Webogd’s capable hands, which means for those of you who have already posted on the new format, your clever remarks will go straight to print, and for newbies, you will have to clear Webgod’s standards. Don’t worry – they’re not high.
CBNTF – Roz told me in our phone call a few minutes ago (she calls to say bon voyage) that she can see your picture and thought you were promising something awesome. I worry about Roz sometimes.
I have to go cram some more stuff into my carry on. I think they should let you have a separate carry on for boots that doesn’t count towards your total. I’m only taking three pairs. Boots are not Tilley hats; you can not make do with one for the rest of your life. And, it’s Alaska, people. Alaska. I really want to put that in italics but Webgod hasn’t shown me how yet. I love italics. Love would be in italics, too.
I’ll be catching up more next week. September is always my New Year. I love the fall. Love it. If I’m gonna change anything, it’ll be now.
Be nice to each other. I’ll be watching and hoping my fly around internet works.