I was up early this morning to throw my things in a suitcase and have Denis and Megan drive me to the San Jose Airport for the trek to Indy. I'm not an "easy" flyer. I do it because I have to. It's not all that bad. I think the anticipation is worse than the actual process...
The first part of the trip was San Jose to Chicago Midway. I was in an aisle seat with a young child by the window and his mother between us. The kid was a good traveler. His mother, however, never really said anything to me...nor did she seem to understand that the huge pillow she held on her lap was mostly on mine. She also reached over and shut the shade to the window, blocking the only view I had of the ground during the clear portion of the trip. *sigh* When the shade was up, she had her hands to her mouth, chewing her fingernails, blocking my view...and when she wasn't chewing, she had a magazine open high in front of her face, blocking even more of my view. I just determined to read my book and let it go... I did get to see Lake Tahoe (which the pilot pointed out), but that was about it. We landed in Chicago 20 minutes early.
At Midway, I had time to find a restroom, find the flight gate, and call Megan. As I was standing off to the side with the cell phone, a very familiar young lady approached me and asked if I was Ms. McNary from Monrovia Schools. A former student of mine! I recognized her as one of mine but confused her with her older sister who is a clone. She is a surgical nurse at Riley Children's Hospital in Indy now, coming back from a cruise vacation to Cazumel with three of her friends. What are the odds??? I told Meg I was going to go look for a snack before boarding, but I noticed a line at the gate. I asked one of the gate attendants who was boarding. He said "Indianapolis". They were already boarding the "B's"...I was an "A"...so I jumped the line. No snack for me! Truth be known, I like it when there aren't long waits for flight connections, but it makes me nervous if the first flight is late. So far, I haven't missed one, but it's been close a time or two!
The flight from Chicago to Indy is 28 minutes in the air. 'Tis about 45 minutes, gate-to-gate. My bag arrived on schedule. I called Judy and Phil, my ride from the airport, to tell them that I was ready to roll. They were there in 15 minutes. (I love that we live that close to the airport.) Phil dropped me off at the grocery store to pick up milk and bread, etc., and took Judy home to finish dinner...then he picked me up and took me to their home for a dinner that really hit the spot! (I hadn't eaten anything by way of REAL food since the greasy piece of pizza I ate at San Jose in order to take my pills.) They are so good to me!!
As soon as dinner was over, J and P brought me home. I was reunited with my snow boots that I had left in their truck the day they delivered me to the airport for the California trip. There is no snow or ice on the ground now. Quite a different Indiana than the one I left two-and-a-half weeks ago! The house needed to be heated up since I had turned the thermostats down before I left. The banana that I left on the kitchen counter is petrified now, but the place is still here as I left it.
I had a great time with my daughter and son-in-law in California. We did a lot of traveling and sightseeing. (I think Meg thought we should have done more, but what we did do was fun and meaningful. Anything else might have been unnecessarily expensive. They spent a fortune on my visit!) I will see them again in a month when they come here for spring break with the children. It will be fun!
In the meantime, I need to get the car battery replaced and the oil changed...and another vehicle issue taken care of.
My body is still on California time...so it is late but I'm not tired yet. I'll cycle back in a few days. It takes time...
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