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I just took OC  to the airport — again. The man keeps insisting on leaving me.  Now I am on my way to work for a perfectly miserable day — but it will still be better then staying in this house alone.

Update: 8:08 a.m. — on my way to pick up my students I bumped into the corner of my desk, cut a gash in my knee and ripped a huge hole in the leg of my reasonably new white jeans.   Joy.  Anybody have a Band-aid?

Quilly is the pseudonym of Charlene L. Amsden, who lives on The Big Island in Hawaii. When she is not hanging out with Amoeba, she is likely teaching or sewing. Or she could be cooking, taking photographs, or even writing. But if she's not doing any of that, she's probably on Facebook or tinkering with her blog.


  1. Pauline — I think OC tried to tell me the same thing, but I was busy crying on him. He always has to board the plane with a wet shoulder. He’ll probably get pneumonia.

  2. Hmmm… sounds like you and my daughter are having the same kind of week. YESTERDAY she grabbed an egg out the fridge to take to work for breakfast. But when she cracked it open it was NOT hard boiled… and spilled into her keyboard. TODAY (she’s sick) she went to take a nap in her car at lunchtime, set her alarm -but the silencer was on – and she slept through a conference call she was supposed to be on! Now I’m feeling really bad for BOTH of you … and hoping that your day looks up … or at least tomorrow is a better one!

  3. Melli — once again I am running on just a few hours of sleep. That only increases the emotional stress. I will be fine. Lonely, but fine. Thanks for caring.

  4. Dr. John — tearing the pants wasn’t near as painful as the tear in the skin underneath — and the fact that every single kid had to tell me, “There’s a rip in your pants!” And, “Your knee is bleeding!” So, it was pointed out to me over and over and over.

    I went home for lunch and changed my pants. Now every single kid is saying, “Hey, you were wearing ripped pants this morning and now you aren’t.” sigh

  5. When my better half and I were living in two different states saying goodbye was always so hard. The first time we parted, I was inconsolable. And it was ME on the plane. I pity the guy who sat next to me, listening to my sobs the entire flight. So I feel your pain, Quilly.

    And the pants ripping thing? Sounds like something I would do. *sigh*

  6. Pneumonia? Don’t think so. And I’ll take the risk anyway. Until the day comes when we won’t have to worry about this “parting” thing. :*

  7. Mumma — not one of my better days, for sure. Glad you and your hubby now live in the same place.

    OC — will that day ever come? It seems to be moving farther away, rather than closer. I miss you even when we’re chatting online. :*

  8. Awww that’s so sad. LOL @the kids, they are so helpful, huh?

    I’m glad you had a good Easter, I laughed at the thought of OC and pink toenails.

    Ours was good, spent the day in Jal and then came home and took the girls to dinner. 🙂

    HAHA @The Mumma!!

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