Friday, June 27, 2014

Aloha

"Hey," Mike said to me a hundred years ago on our second anniversary, "I got one of those credit cards that gives you flying miles. I think we should use it all the time and save the miles to take a really incredible trip together someday."

"Hey," Mike said to me slightly less than a hundred years ago, "now that we have a baby we should save up our miles and take her on an incredible trip before she graduates."

"Hey," Mike said to me at roughly the same time, "now that we have four kids we should use our credit card a whole lot more and save up as many miles as possible and hope to take an incredible trip with the whole family before they all graduate."

Over a year ago we realized our dream was coming true. By the time Makenna graduated we would have enough miles to take the whole family to Hawaii. We got on the computer and reserved a place to stay and told the butterflies in our stomach to settle down for a year. But life is hard, things go wrong, and times are tough. A few months ago we gave our bank account a stare down and it won. We could not afford our dream trip. We knew we would lose our deposit, but we counted our blessings and told the kids the trip was off.

"I'm calling the rental company in Hawaii," Mike told me with the phone pressed to his ear. "They sent me an email last month asking for a check, but I never sent one since we decided not to go. Then today I got an email saying our reservation is secure and they are expecting us. You didn't send a check did you?"
"No," I answered.
"Oh, hello," Mike said suddenly into the phone. "I gave up my reservation but got an email saying it
was still secure. It shouldn't be because I never sent a check."
"I can see here that your credit card was billed for the remaining balance," Hawaii lady said.
"No, that isn't possible," Mike told her. "The email specifically said not to use a credit card but to send a check. It said our reservation would be lost if a check was not received."
"Actually sir, the email states that a check is preferred and we would rather not use a credit card. However, since your credit card was used for the deposit, we charged it when a check was not received."
"I paid the deposit over a year ago!" Mike said, sweat beading on his forehead. "I didn't know you still had the card on file!"
"If you read the email again, I think you will see that it is clear."
"I'm reading it right now and I… oh," Mike said, deflated. "Okay, I see what you are saying. I just didn't read it that way. Can I just get refunded?"
"I'm sorry sir, but the payment is non refundable. I believe that is stated clearly in the email as well."
"Yes, but…"
"Sir? Are you still there?"
"Well…, …, …, aloha."

Aloha!

Monday, June 23, 2014

Lunchbox

"How long has your dog been missing?" the sheriff asked Makenna over the phone.
"Two days," she answered, teary eyed.
"I'll call if he shows up."
"Thank you."

"I've called the sheriff in Norwalk, Cumming, and Indianola," Makenna told me after hanging up.
"And Dad drove around calling his name for an hour last night," I said.
"If he knows he gets to go for a ride in the car, he will come running from miles away."
"I know. Let's drive around some more."
"Did you call the groomer?" Makenna asked.
"They usually call me whenever he shows up there. But I'll give them a call just incase."

"Hello," I said when the groomer picked up the phone. "You haven't happened to see Arrow have you?"
"He was here about ten minutes ago."
"He was?" I shouted.
"Yeah, we call him Lunchbox because he usually shows up around lunchtime and leaves after he eats."

Makenna and I bolted into her small pick up and drove to the groomer, behind the groomer, around the groomer with our windows down, shouting for Arrow. We offered him rides and treats. But he did not show up. We returned home deflated and sad.

As I was making supper I heard a bark. When I turned around, I saw a naughty husky, tail wagging, asking to come inside. I ran to the door and didn't even care that I coated the doorknob with sticky pizza dough - Arrow was back!

We hugged him and kissed him and told him he was terribly frustrating. We were mad and happy: we were mappy.

We sure do love our Lunchbox. 

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Suddenly Sunny

"When do we leave to take your parents and Makenna to the airport?" Mike asked me Sunday afternoon.
"In thirty minutes."
"Why is Makenna going but Emery isn't?"
"Because Emery had to go to color guard camp for school."
"Isn't that over now?"
"Yes, but when they planned their trip they thought they were leaving earlier."
"So why doesn't Emery go along now that the dates work out?"

Emery spent the next twenty-five minutes running around the house throwing swimsuits and T-shirts into a small duffle bag. We arrived at the airport just in time and said a quick goodbye to the travelers. As I was scrounging for money to pay the parking attendant in order to leave the airport, my phone rang.

"Hello," I said, balancing the phone on my shoulder while collecting coins from my glove compartment.
"Why aren't you going to Florida too?" Makenna asked.
"What? When? What do you mean?"
"Emery and I are both going now. Why aren't you?"

Instead of exiting the airport parking lot, I transferred the car to long term parking while my mom bought my plane ticket and Mike rushed home to pack an assortment of my summer things and dash them back to the airport. Forty minutes later, still dressed for church and wondering what I had in my suitcase, I was on a plane headed for Florida.

I grew richer in relationships by giggling with my girls, playing games with my family, and jumping waves with my nieces. The call of the earth resonated inside of me and refreshed the depths of my spirit.

I accompanied my niece, Macy, to the calm ocean cove where fish were plentiful. I sat in the sun while she practically turned into a mermaid.
"Aunt Sharla," she said from behind her square mask, "do you want a turn?"
"No, I don't like snorkeling. All the fish freak me out."
"Aunt, Sharla," she asked twenty minutes later, "it's pretty awesome. Do you want a turn yet?"
"Nope," I assured her I was super content to breath in the salty air and play in the waves.
"Aunt Sharla," she said another twenty minutes later, "it's amazing. Do you want a turn?"
"Okay."

I put on her square mask and timidly braved the scary schools below the surface.

"Oh my word, this is amazing!" I shouted at her twenty minutes later. "I love snorkeling!"
"I knew it," she nodded.

Life turns on a dime.


Monday, June 2, 2014

Window Ninja

We have made for ourselves a challenge: the air conditioner shall be off. And when I say, "we" I mean, "those who pay the electric bill." We are not heartless, we will turn it on eventually. But we have a pond in our back yard in which sweaty kids can easily cool off. And we have a lot of windows.

We like to be responsible financially, but we are also lazy. Some of our windows are high up in a loft and shutting them requires the use of a ladder. Too. Much. Work. Sweating is just easier.

But, Iowa called our bluff. After sweating through the worst of the afternoon, mother nature rolled in a giant storm. There is no storm like the thunderstorms Iowa can produce after a muggy day. It cooled down 15 degrees in less than 5 minutes, and the air smelled like life and health.

But the windows.

Each person was assigned a set of windows to rush and close. I'm not sure why, but we chose Drake to shut the hard ones in the upper echelons of the loft. The poor kid had been sick and spent the day knocked out from NyQuill, but we had no mercy on him. To the loft he obediently ran.

But then he handled that task like a ninja: scaling the wall like a spider, holding himself in the window well by use of muscle alone, and floating down to earth unharmed.


I wonder how he would do it if he wasn't sick and drugged up on NyQuill.