Nora stumbled into the living room, dragging my wheeled carry-on bag behind her.
“I’m going to California. Would you like to come with me?” she asked in her grown-up voice.
“Sure, I’ll come,” I answered. “Do I need a bag, too, or did you pack for me?”
“I have everything you need. Come along, it’s time to go.”
She lead me through the dining room and kitchen. When we stepped into the hallway, she said, “We’re getting on the plane now, watch out for the big space between.” She meant the gap where the jetway meets the plane.
At the end of the hall we climbed into bed, or rather, or seats, but she wouldn’t let me lay down. I switched on the window unit air conditioner, to emulate the sound of take off.
After a few minutes, we landed, and she led me to our rental house, on the front porch.
I’m thinking this little game means her tiny psyche is processing my upcoming trip.
I’m leaving for San Diego on Thursday evening for Blogher’s annual conference. It will be my first weekend away from Nora. Gulp. Outwardly, I’m trying not to make a big deal of it. Inwardly, I’m excited for the conference and scared to be away. Ben has been instructed not to tell me if she’s a mess.
Obviously, we’ll both be fine in the end.
Starting Thursday, I’ll have a guest blogger or two to keep you entertained. And hopefully, I’ll have lots to talk about upon my return.