I wonder how many readers remember the movie The Longest Day? That was the inspiration for the title of this week’s column since one of my days this summer was indeed a very long day.
We had been visiting my in-laws in Vancouver and the trip was over and we were leaving early the next morning. I don’t like airports at all, so I approached the day with a minor degree of dread.
As that aspect turned out, it was pretty routine. Lines were moderately short, waits limited, plane took off and landed on time, and best of all, the one empty seat on the flight was the middle seat between my wife and me. Oh, and the TSA didn’t pat me down this time.
When I finally hit the sack, 19 hours after rising that morning, I reflected a bit about the day. All was well and fine, but it was indeed a long day. As my writing tends to be in the “slice-of-life” vein, herewith a slice of my life after one looonnnnggggg day:
4:30 a.m. – Woke up. Made coffee. Did computer work. Ate a quick breakfast, including finishing the last of the world’s best cinnamon rolls, available at Grounds For Coffee in Vancouver. Finished packing.
5:20 a.m. – Loaded my in-law’s car with our baggage, including my wife’s hefty, heavy and very full golf bag. Left for the airport.
6:05 a.m. – Filled out customs form and checked in. Went through TSA line, sleepily took off my shoes and other stuff, headed to customs line. It was long and slow. I take the opportunity to people watch and imagine whom everyone is.
6:40 a.m. – Went online for a few minutes while waiting to board our 8 a.m. flight. Fell asleep with the laptop sitting next to me. Thankfully, Vancouver airport offers free wi-fi.
7:45 a.m. – Boarded the full plane. Struggled to get my carry-on in the overhead bin as people shoved by me.
8 a.m. – Plane takes off, more or less on time; what a pleasant surprise!
8:10 – 9:55 a.m. – Slept.
9:55 a.m. – Begin to write another column. Get about halfway through when we begin approach and am told to turn off all electronic devices.
10:20 a.m. – Walk the walk to the baggage area.
10:30 a.m. – Miraculously, both my wife’s regular bag and over-size golf bag arrive.
10:35 a.m. – Waiting for the shuttle to the parking lot.
10:40 a.m. – Waiting for the shuttle to the parking lot.
10:45 a.m. – Waiting for the shuttle to the parking lot.
11 a.m. – Get our car and exit the parking structure.
11:45 a.m. – Arrive home. Unload the car. Wife begins her return-home ritual–cleaning, cleaning and more cleaning.
12:30 p.m. – The boys, my wife and me head out for lunch.
1:30 p.m. – I turn back on my iPhone to see if it still works after six days (see Leaving the iPhone Behind). Sort through email and snail mail. Connect my computer at my desk and begin doing busywork.
2:30 p.m. – Head to golf course to warm up for lesson I foolishly booked for today. Make a tee-time in the pro-shop for Monday. Go to locker room and put on sun block. Head to range and begin warming up. Fall asleep on the grass.
3 p.m. – 30 minute bunker lesson–first one–with my golf pro. Fun. I sort of get it.
3:45 p.m. – Back home: back on the computer. Bring it downstairs and multi-task while watching Olympics with my son. Eat some chocolate. Drink some more coffee.
4:15 p.m. – Walk Simon, our dog; or should I say, he pulled me along.
4:45 p.m. – Finish column I began on the plane.
5:20 p.m. – Briefly fall asleep in front of television during the volleyball match going on at The Olympics.
6:15 p.m. – Help wife fold up and put away laundry. Briefly. She continues cleaning, cleaning and cleaning.
7 p.m. – Open bottle of wine. Pour two glasses. Color looks off. Give to my wife and she says it’s bad. Pour out the bottle; open another. It’s fine.
7:55 p.m. – Begin dinner while watching the prime time Olympics coverage. Have another glass of wine.
10 p.m. – Older son and best friend wake me up in front of television and make fun of me ‘cause my shirt had revealed my belly, in all its glory.
10:30 p.m. – I LOVE The Olympics but struggle to stay awake through the rest of the first prime-time broadcast from London.
11:30 p.m. – I lose the struggle and head to bed where my wife is deep asleep. I give Simon a pet or two, lay down with him for a few moments, brush my teeth and slip into bed.
I like busy, active days and this day was no exception. The old adage that when you want to get something done, give it to a busy person is often true: just don’t give it to me. Better to give it to my wife.
Usually, I enjoy busy and active days. Thursday is my regular busy day of the week and the peak of my workweek. I love Thursdays, though often when I finish up #DadChat, I am truly brain-overloaded. Right now, I’m going back to sleep.
About this column: Bruce Sallan is an Agoura Hills stay-at-home dad who is raising two teenage boys. Bruce’s first book, A Dad’s Point-of-View: We ARE Half the Equation is available at Amazon and the store at BruceSallan.com: http://brucesallan.com/index.php/store. Bruce Sallan’s column, “A Dad’s Point-of-View,” is carried in over 100 newspapers and websites worldwide. Please listen to “The Bruce Sallan Show - A Dad’s Point-of-View,” his one-hour radio show, which is available anytime, via live stream, or to download for free on BruceSallan.com.
