Dec 23 2012 | 1 Comment
It’s that time of year when we head off on the annual Holiday family trip. This year it’s a bit diverse as you will see over the coming fourteen days.
The big suitcases being the first problem we had to deal with on this journey. Ben Shubitz, our travel agent with the mostess and my guess is this time of year the most frantic calls coming in non-stop from disgruntled, cranky clients who run up against those usual travel induced glitches, was sieged with yet one more coming from me when we got to National Rent A Car and the SUV we rented was a normal size one. That should not be an issue except when we went to put in our massive amount of luggage we can’t seem to move without, none of it would fit. Well, three pieces fit. But what about the other five?
Someone was watching over us because while I was on the phone with Ben saying “No. This can’t be true.” Yes, I do say things like that. And trust me I was having an inner battle with my evil airport twin who was dying to come out and take care of the whole thing or toss a grenade into it. Glenn was roaming the aisles looking for other cars. He did not get the point we only had one aisle to choose from. Lucy was standing by the elevator watching over the bags texting her sister that she did not understand how they had the bad luck to be born into such a family as this. “If you could see them now she said.” And at the point a Dodge something appeared in our aisle, ”Glenn said grab it” I did. I still don’t know if it was meant for someone else. But I do know we can cram everything in it as long as each kid holds a carry-on and four coats on their laps.
One thing I’ve never liked about California at Christmas is it doesn’t really feel like Christmas. Nobody ever captured this better than Woody Allen did in Annie Hall.