Getaway

Happy October, everyone!

I am a very happy girl, orgasmically unpacking my sweaters and buying apples and pumpkin spice everything, giddily watching my breath spiral into the air like little ghosts in the chilly dusk. I am made for this time.

I want to thank you for all your concern about my health regarding my last post–I wrote it on a day when I felt scared and a little trapped in my own body, and I got so many very nice comments and reassurances and “GO TO THE DOCTOR”s, and it really meant a lot to me. I did finally go to the doctor, yesterday in fact, and things are (cautiously) looking up.

Now that it’s fully-fledged autumn, I was able to take a four-day absence from my day job this past weekend to visit my family in Indiana, attend my cousin’s wedding, and (of course) go to the doctor. It was the BEST.

One of my dad’s hobbies is flying small aircraft (you know, like you do), and he offered to fly us all to Indianapolis from our local municipal airport for the wedding on Saturday. Obviously we were into the idea, with the possible exception of my mom, who clutched the seat the whole time but did prefer 40 minutes in the air to two and and a half hours in traffic. We took silly pictures in the plane of our “crash” faces because Mom seemed nervous and I guess we trusted my dad enough to think taking these pictures was funny.

We got to wear headsets so we could listen to the control center, and talk to each other over the roar of the plane's engine.
That’s my brother in the pink glasses. We got to wear headsets so we could listen to the control center, and talk to each other over the roar of the plane’s engine.

It was a vaguely glamorous adventure–getting in a private plane, dressed to the nines, to jetset to a fancy soiree:

The plane is a Bonanza A36. The more you know.
The plane is a Bonanza A36. The more you know.

The wedding itself was wildly romantic–we used to tease this cousin in particular for his insistence that he just wanted to date around, but that was years ago and it was so obvious how in love he and his new wife are. My love wasn’t able to come with me, which would have been disappointing had he not been rehearsing as a fighter in a huge show in the city. Seeing everything and everyone simply drenched in love for a whole weekend really made me all glowy with pride in him…I’ll stop before you gag, of course! I’m not a monster.

On another note, there were SO many family members in attendance–you forget how much you miss your extended family! Thank god for weddings. I love my big family so.

Thordarson cousins.
Thordarson cousins.

Then it was homeward. I wasted not a moment of snuggling our dogs; I miss them tons in Chicago.

Lukas, our 12-year-old Icelandic Sheepdog, my buddy since 6th grade.
Lukas, our 12-year-old Icelandic Sheepdog, my buddy since 6th grade.
Lukas and my mom's Shih Tzu, Becks. They're a team. Not pictured: My little sister's dachshund/beagle/pit bull puppy Zeus, whom I couldn't get to hold still long enough for a photo.
Lukas and my mom’s Shih Tzu, Becks. They’re a team. Not pictured: My little sister’s dachshund/beagle/pit bull puppy Zeus, whom I couldn’t get to hold still long enough for a photo.

All in all, a really great weekend with the family time I really needed, and some much-appreciated time away from my day job. And now it’s October! October might be my favorite month–and so far it’s looking busy: I’ve got a handful of auditions peppered in the next two weeks, and I’m brushing up on my monologues (If anyone has contemporary play recommendations with roles for 20-something women, I’m trying to expand my reading list!) and dreaming about Halloween. Bonne nuit, friends!

Back in Chicago: my kitty hasn't budged from this position. She missed me!
Back in Chicago: my kitty hasn’t budged from this position. She missed me!
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1 Comment

  1. I can’t believe you made me schlepp all the way over to WordPress for the puppy pictures. The weekend looked great, I hope you enjoyed Indy 🙂

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