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I cannot spend more time than necessary with my uncle, the driver.

I will go crazy. I will, quite possible, kill him with one of his own fucking huge worthless knives. (Three times we visit with very young children, and three times we have to remove a scary collection of overlarge weapons from our bedroom? NOT COOL.)

He's got so much junk in this house, the fridge is stuffed, there's a whole (large) bunch of bananas (for three people!) that's totally rotting on the kitchen table, and there's nothing in there that I can cook, nor any place to cook it because the countertops are full. Well, the kids cannot survive a week on garbage. Period, end of discussion.

I can only imagine how this is all affecting my grandmother, who always liked a neat house.

I'm begging you. All of you. If anybody can step up and help me get from here to there, just until next Saturday, I'll love you forever. I don't care where "there" is, even, so long as it's not here.

GOD HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Oh, and if anybody would like to meet up, and wouldn't mind meeting the wonderful nieces, now is really your chance. I have no intention of making this trip again until my grandmother dies, much though I love her.)

If you're curious about the trip, by the way, we were supposed to stay buckled the whole time

Nobody followed this rule, but we passed right through some thunderstorm.

I do love *looking* at lightning, though I have a healthy caution of it, so I stared out the window for the best part of it. Lightning from above is fascinating, and something I wouldn't want to miss.

Almost missed BSG, but started watching only a few minutes in. That was when Evangeline stared screaming she didn't want to go to sleep. Her mother should've enforced bedtime two hours earlier, when I told her how late it was. (That made it hard for *me* to make Ana sleep, because Ana just went "Well, Eva gets to stay up!", so I was really beyond pissed.)

Other passengers probably weren't happy with the screaming (I could hear it through the headset), and I don't blame them. I wasn't happy with it either, and I wasn't even the one dealing with it.

Got off the plane, put them both up (they woke anyway, but at least they woke well after we were off the plane), chatted a bit with a nice woman using a ring sling, had fun.

We went *to* the plane in a specific car style (I'd rather have taken the train so the girls could move around a bit), with a driver who had a habit of suddenly speeding up (aaaaaah!), passing hills and signs saying Richmond this and that. We went *from* the plane in that same make of car, with the same make of driver, with hills and signs sending us to Richmond wherever. The hills, in daylight, are the wrong shape and color, but it was 4am to me then. Very, very disconcerting.

We went to the pool today.

Jenn - can swim with effort
Me - can float with effort
Evangeline - JUMP INNA WATER! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! DEEP END! YEAH! AGAIN!
Ana - Oh, hey, Eva likes the water. Hold me?

So, yeah, that was fun. If we weren't right with Evangeline holding both hands, she'd sit on the edge and JUMP IN ANYWAY!

Holy fuck. Swimming lessons are in her future. They're clearly as crucial for her as gymnastics are for Ana.

This is remarkable

Girl prodigy travels world, plays violin, wears mask