Up until today, our family vacation has gone much better than expected. Today, however, was a high entropy day.
But first, the good: My husband’s sister has lived in Seattle for 15 years. This year was the first that the planets aligned enough for us to fly out West for a visit.
Don’t worry, it hasn’t been 15 years since we’ve seen her. She often comes East for the holidays. It’s just hard to have enough money and time for four people to travel so far.
The flights out were good, if long. On one leg, the Boy and I sat next to a deadheading pilot, who told us all about why planes make various noises, why our ears pop, and how the landing gear works. That’s the same leg where I realized that the Boy now talks continuously when he doesn’t have much else to do.
Near the end of the flight, the pilot next to us commented that the Boy seemed like a detail-oriented kid, which was, perhaps, the kindest description he could have pasted on the child who spent two hours asking questions.
Even before we left, one of his constant questions has been “What time is it?” He re-doubled the frequency of this one while we were in transit. The best purchase I might have made in Seattle is a $7 bright orange watch I picked up at Goodwill on our first full day here. He loves it so much that he’s been sleeping with it.
The time change has messed with us all but the Boy is fascinated by the idea that it can be 5 o’clock in one place and 8 o’clock in another. “What do you think the cats are doing now?” he’ll ask. “Sleeping,” I reply, because that’s always the right answer.