The happy place

We are on the way home again. Already there are some traces of snow again. It thickens as we drive north. The feeling of rightness increases with the snow.

We are picking the little dog up along the way.

It’s been hard to sleep lately, and for some reason waking up has been a disappointment. Though I love life. I know I ought to be thankful, which I am.

Mother in law’s boyfriend went along for Christmas. He is hunch backed like Quasimodo, has a thin black moustache, black mop of hair and black clothes. He mumbles to himself non stop and overall is a strange man which normally I’d appreciate, but he is strange also in a bad way; He likes to show pictures which he takes covertly with his iPhone in the grocery store or other such places of people who look funny to him, for example if they are obese or he think they are ugly. He’s collecting some sort of freak show in his phone, which he shows like a compulsion or something, because it’s not like he’s encouraged. Maybe he relishes the reactions he provokes or something, who knows?

After having complained non stop for a while about the movie we were watching he fell asleep. I got a sense of Deja vu then, because he complained about exactly the same things on exactly the same places last Christmas too when we were watching exactly the same film. Enchanted.

When he fell asleep we were joking that we should take pictures of him and show people to see how he liked that, because he’d taken pictures of a sleeping woman on the train on the way to us which he insisted on showing. He didn’t appreciate that and said to my daughter who is twelve that she is mean just like her mother (my wife (even though she picked the fucker up from the train station)). Then, sensing that he’d crossed the line he went to his room and there he stayed until 15:30 the following day.

With him gone, finally I started enjoying Christmas.

If I can help it, next year I’ll do Christmas without him.