Fly the Friendly Skies
Bill and I are back once again in Mesa, where Bill will be having oral surgery this morning. We have been back and forth so much that I feel like a yoyo. I’m not kidding when I tell you that when I wake up in the morning, before I open my eyes, I try to remember in which of my two houses I am currently residing. As long as I can find my way to the bathroom, I’m satisfied. Once I am up and at ’em, I can generally figure it out. As for Bill, he will simply be happy when he has some more teeth with which to chew. We have been looking forward to this day for four months now.
For Crying Out Loud
Yesterday our airline of choice was Southwest. At the end of the day, it is my favorite airline. I cherish my little cup of Diet Coke and my bag of snack mix, stale as it may be. Yesterday’s flight was quite nice, without a single bump in the sky, thanks to good weather on both ends of the trip. Unfortunately, the last 20 minutes of the flight was rather unpleasant because a young toddler decided he was unhappy. He screamed without taking a break for the entire last quarter of our flight. I wasn’t upset with the baby; instead, I just felt sorry for the parents. There is absolutely nothing a mother or father can do if a child decides to scream on an airplane. It’s not like you can take him out of the room. It reminded me about the time I flew to Alabama to visit my sister with Court when he was eight months old. He was very good on the trip there. The trip home was another story altogether. He screamed the entire trip. That was back in the days when they served food on flights. At one point, Court grabbed a handful of mashed potatoes and tossed them onto the man sitting next to us. I thought I would die of embarrassment. Fortunately, the man was the father of small children, and he couldn’t have been nicer.
Our granddaughter Adelaide was nice enough to give us a ride to the airport yesterday morning. Her kindness meant that she had to wake up at 7 o’clock on one of her few mornings between finals week and beginning her summer job. It was a fun trip despite the rush hour traffic. We were able to catch up on her life, which is very busy and very exciting. Oh, to be a college student once again. This summer she will be a camp counselor at the camp where she and her siblings spent many weeks during their formative years. Addie is a good girl. And I’m not just prejudiced.
Denver weather is slowly, but surely, getting more typical for spring. Nevertheless, when we left the house yesterday morning, it was in the neighborhood of 45 degrees outside. When we landed in Phoenix a few hours later, it was 100 degrees. I was cold in my short sleeves on one end of the trip and comfortable on the other end. Bill was comfortable in his long sleeves and jacket on one end of the trip, and couldn’t get his coat off quickly enough on the other.