Flown

FOUR days?  It's only been four days, since my girl got on an airplane and flew half way around the world?   Why does it feel like four months?

Does she look tired here?  It was five in the morning.  We stayed up til one, then were up again at three.  I don't think she was to sleep again for at least 48 hours. Does she look scared?  I would have been.  Saying goodbye at the airport was sad, but not awful.  I hugged her tight for a long time and tried really hard to commit the feel of her to my memory, enough to last a few months at least.  It wasn't enough.

We miss her.  She hasn't lived with us for two years, so it's not a day-to-day, getting up and missing her at the breakfast table kind of  missing her, but all day long at random times,   I suddenly feel compelled to check  the world time feature on my phone, just to see what time it is in France.  I try to imagine what she might be doing.   She feels very far away.  I wonder if she is sleeping okay.  I just wish I could call her.  I CAN call her and I HAVE called her, but it's not like we can  just hang out on the phone for an hour like we used to.  We can't send random texts throughout the day  all day long .  Maybe I should create a paypal button on my blog, and start collecting donations for my long distance calling fund.  It's a charitable cause.  Calling your daughter is an unavoidable necessity at times, is it not?

She tells me to keep the blog updated so she knows what is going on around here. At the moment, that would be not much. Kids are watching cartoons. Dan is working in Logan, of all places. We are arguing about who should mow the lawn.  I am trying to  introduce Duncan to the wonders of facebook.  He is not impressed. Olivia is whining, somebody is making toast, and Maggie is crunching away on her dog food.  I wish we could zap Alisa here just long enough to make some waffles and finish watching the movie we started Monday night.