Christmas Eve and All is not Well

It started out so easy. We would go to my parent's for Christmas, taking a week from our insane schedules to relax and visit. Unfortunately, that's not how it turned out.

Cameron has been trying to fix my motorcycle so I can have some sort of transportation to take me to and from work, besides the bus. Of course, my bike has had ideas of its own and has been very uncooperative in this endeavor. More things seem to keep popping up that need fixing and that has taken all of his free morning hours. Needless to say, it's still not feeling too well.

Speaking of not feeling too well, Cameron found himself on the verge of pneumonia days before we were supposed to leave. Since my bike has been so time-consuming, and he's been feeling so terrible, he hasn't had time to work on getting his bike ready for the trip to Bakersfield.

So, since he knew it was important for me to see Madeline and my family, he suggested I go on without him, via Greyhound, and he would stay behind to recuperate and get the rest of the wrenching done. Riding a bike with a questionable tire, in windy winter conditions, with a chest cold, for 9 hours, just didn't seem like a wise option.

Fast forward, several days and here I am, wishing I had insisted on renting a car and bringing him here with me. I miss him terribly and he's home alone and miserable. This will not be a repeated performance in the future. All I can do now is try to bring some Christmas home for him and hope that will soothe his battered soul. I'm afraid I haven't had as good a time as hoped, either, due to knowing how upset and lonely Cameron is.

Tomorrow will be a nice day, with most of the family getting together and hanging out. I'll probably do most of the cooking and such, unless Dad arm wrestles me for the job. I think I'm going to need to take a long walk, or get on the treadmill for a while to get rid of the extra calories from the day.

On Friday evening, I'll head back to Phoenix and my lonely family. Cameron says the animals have been more needy and I guess I should be glad that I'm missed. It just makes it harder to be away.