Recovery--Part 2

(Writing for Saturday)

The problem with changing fishbowls is that you keep the fish. My irritation continued to rise as Hunter became more and more of a devilish idiot around my aunt, who was very tolerant and had much more patience with kids than I.

Saturday evening on the way to Preston found me reading a printed copy of The Demon's Game, marking things I had questions about. By the tenth mark, I had to stop and think...

...Was chapter five really THAT confusing, or was it something else? I glanced to the over-energetic life form that gabbled in my ear. Oh, right. That'd explain a lot. With an irritated sigh I tucked the papers back in the notebook and took a vigil staring out of the window.

Surprisingly, I didn't get that car sick. Or perhaps I was able to keep myself distracted a lot by thinking of things other than the fact I was jammed in the back seat of a car with Hunter and my mom. We stopped at a few places, but by then I was a bit queasy in the mind, and it is but a blurry collage of images and noises.

Evening faded into night, and for the last hour of travel I looked at a star. By this point I was bored enough to imagine it was actually a commet, so big and orange that it would be at Earth in maybe three years...well wait, it WAS big and colored more differently then the rest of the stars. So for the rest of the way I had a silent argument with myself--it was either the North star or a commey.

We pulled up to my uncle and aunt's new house, but I could barely see the dark-red bricks that turnd out to be very nice once I was able to actually see them. It was with relief that I stumbled out of the car and grabbed up my bag of clothes and art supplies, and my camera, of course. The inside was cozy, and almost like a maze (will have pics up soon!), but still had the feel of neglect. Either that or it was WAY too clean. I'm not very sure why yet, but perfectly clean houses irk me.

Hunter, mom and I were to be sleeping downstairs, which was pretty dang cool. Mom and Hunter got a room with a bed while I was put in a room that use to be a small kitchen (but it was carpeted). One wall had at least half a dozen plug-ins and a light switch. It was there that my unle and I got the air matress ready, and bedding laid out on it.

I explored the house on my own, mapping it in my mind for latter use when I peeked into one particular room that caught my immediate attention. There were boxes lined up on the shelves, neatly marked, but the boxes I caught on to said "Family History". I glanced over my shoulder to see if anyone was near, then walked into the room.

Of course I peeked into one of the boxes--is was photo albums and files. Feeling rather devious, I snagged the top album and skittered to my room, and poured over the photo generations of my family...NOT. I did peek, though, to see it was a photo album. I'll have to ask Kent (my uncle) to show me it me some time.

I got changed into more comfy clothing, and did the general routine of washing my face and brushing my teeth. There was a small living room downstairs with a TV right by my room, but I didn't join mom and Hunter. I was tired, very much so. Linda (aunt) tossed down a heating pad for my back, and I happily shut my door and settled down.

It was wonderful..until I woke up. The air matress had deflated, as Kent had warned. I groaned and rolled off the bed, and turned on the small device that pumped air into it. When it was filled, I rolled back on and went to sleep.

...I woke up again. And yes, it was deflated. But this time I ignored the unease on my back and dealt with it. I couldn't wait to wake up to see what tomorrow would hold!