I heart volcanoes

Stupid ashfall. Messed up date night. Who watches the Watchmen? Not me. Who closes a movie theater because ash is falling? What kind of ash related disaster are they saving people from? A kid free night comes along as a rarity and it was wasted on a night watching The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou (actually a pretty good movie, the intricacies of Wes Anderson’s films bring me joy) while eating Subway at my mother-in-law’s house. With businesses closing down left and right to protect their patrons, we were forced to the Blue Fox for drinks. A good dive bar knows that the only way to protect people from a volcano is with cheap beer and pool. Upon entering, a man walked out into the same air we were breathing wearing a remarkably complex respirator. The biggest punishment levied by the volcano gods was that we were forced to listen to the entire catalog of Evanessence while waiting for our drinks. Skiing is out for the rest of the week/winter, unless we get some new snow. Stupid volcano.

On a plus note (for us, not them), the volcano has marooned the Robert’s family at our house on their way back to Kodiak. This has given Jackson and the twins a couple of new playmates who will be missed when they return, and has revived the good old days of Hotel Church with a multitude of adults, children and animals all living under the same roof.