For the past 39 years, I have laid in bed with Sweet Man and listened for the bells on Santa's sleigh to alert us to his departure. This year I was alone until 2 am. Some guys plane was late in from NY and my kind hearted husband waited for this guy to come to get a car. Then the jerk never even said thanks for waiting or Happy Holidays or showed in anyway that his mama even taught him good things. When SM got home from his "new and I hope soon to be former job", He was so exhausted he just went to sleep.
The grands weren't up by 8 am and because SM had to be to work by 10 am, he woke them up and got them moving towards Santa and all things Christmasy. Half way through the present opening, SM got up, went and took a shower and left for work. He got off work at 7pm and so we had Christmas dinner at 8pm. Then he had to be up early this morning and off he went again. No time to play or enjoy or...............just be us. But we are paying our bills.
Let me back up to yesterday again. After SM left, the kids played and I messed on the computer for about an hour and then....I couldn't stand it anymore. I got dressed, asked GK if she wanted to go to see the dead luminarias (I'll explain in a moment) and go to see Sweet Man at work. She is my bestest cohort in crime and we really did miss Sweet Man so off we went.
Joe works near the Albuquerque International Airport and as we were getting off the freeway to the Airport this Southwest Airlines plane whose pilot must have been being chased by aliens came down on his approach so low that I was really afraid he was going to miss and land on the road. He actually had to pull up in order to make his landing. Great, huge puffs of tires, dirt and oh shit were seen from our vantage point. GK leans over to me and said, "I don't think that was supposed to be the way the plane should land". Uh.....when a 10 year old who has flown 4 times can see that as a problem, sports fans, I bet the passengers were counting their teeth as they deplaned. It was a hard landing. Before going into see SM we watch 3 other landings and the pilots on those flights must have actually been paying attention to the fact that the ground was approaching them, unlike the SW pilot, because they did those ease your wheels down on the tarmac kinda landings and GK rated their landings in the 9.5 to 10 range.
Sweet Man was thrilled to see us, showed us off to his co workers, walked around trying to find people to introduce us to and we had a great visit with him. Albuquerque is known for the outdoor art that dots the city and the airport is even more bestowed upon than other sites so we got to see Objects de Arte, we had heretofore not seen. Right up GK's alley so we wrote down the names of the art pieces and the artists and spent some time waiting for Papa to get home yesterday evening looking the artist up on the internet.
After seeing Sweet Man we went for a drive that is usually taken on Christmas eve to the Country Club area of the near south valley, not far from the airport. Every Christmas eve, thousands of cars and buses wind their way thru this area of town to see the little brown paper bags filled with sand and a votive candle, by the 100's of thousands displayed on the sidewalks, walls, driveways, houses and goodness knows where else. Literally an area 2 miles square lit by candlelight. It is an awesome sight and is always a must do for anyone here on that night. The other side to this though is, I grew up in that neighborhood as a younger kid and remember the morning after and how amazing all the brown bags look in the day light. Not sad like Christmas trees with tiny bits of tinsel thrown away but magickal still with the effort of hundreds of peoples endeavors of love for the tradition of the luminarias or farolitos.
As a kid we would go for a walk Christmas day and see them as the "dead luminarias" tour. So that's the drive GK and I went on and then I drove her on the route I used to walk home from elementary school 2.6 miles (and no it was not uphill both directs in the snow). But it was across a major street with no crossing at the lights and through neighborhood streets and something I would never allow her to do now. But back then (when the dinosaurs were the only thing I had to worry about) it was not a big deal. GK was impressed though. I showed her where I lived, where my friends lived and had a really nice drive down memory lane.
The reason for the adventure on Christmas Day was I missed Sweet Man and our "use to be life" and how we've done things for almost 4 decades...I know I'm a big baby. So? Who else am I going to admit that to besides you lovelies? and my sweet GK.