I left Albuquerque for home on Tuesday. Early flight out with a layover at Dallas
Love, to Hobby and home. I’m always sad
when I leave – miss my child and grandchildren before I’m on the plane. But, I’m also always glad to be home, with my
own ‘stuff’ and bed.
In general, I don’t mind travel. Did enough during the business years that
it’s just something you have to accept and deal. But, things have improved in many places with
computerized kiosks. Actually makes it
easy and fast to check any suitcase. I
always check my suitcase. First of all,
I usually have a too big bag and secondly, I’m not tall enough to get it into/out
of the overhead storage area.
Of course, I didn’t get a PreTSA boarding pass. First stop, of course, is where they check
your boarding pass and ID. The guard
looked at my driver’s license, looked at me, looked at the DL, looked at me,
looked at the DL, looked at me. OK, ok,
that picture was taken nine years ago shortly after my husband died and in the
realm of bad pictures, it is terrible.
Just wait until I start using my passport – that picture was taken 20
years ago!
Security is just about the only Disneyland line left at
airports. Lord you just about have unpack
any carry-on just to get through. Since
I’m not yet old enough to qualify for the no shoe removal, those came off too. Ugh.
So, with the injury to my foot, I tend to limp and favor the left one
some when walking barefoot. This seemed
to upset the TSA guards (sentries, bouncers, watchers) and I was motioned to
stand aside. A little tubby woman told
me she was going to pat down my left knee to ankle. Was it sore?
Yes, replied I, it is. Oh – well could she pat it down. Whatever. Honestly – I’m a little short 71 year old
lady wearing jeans and a tee shirt. I
went through the “feet spread apart, hands over my head” xray machine. I do not understand what they thought they’d
find in a pat down. (whine, whine,
whine)
The flights were uneventful and I got good seats both
legs. My sister met me and we came to
big W. Stopped at her house to pick up
the kitties and . . . that’s a whole
other story.
I was fearful I would have a rainforest in the back yard. And, . . . . I did/do. However, when I tried to go out the back
door, this lil’ lady was blocking the way.
And, she is as big as a half dollar!
I had to sweep her down and outside.
Then, what to my wondering eyes should appear . . . . Grass
up over my ankles, all my herbs tall as an elephants eye, every shrub tripled in size, the wisteria grabbing
everything close, weeds EVERYWHERE!
You can hardly see my little cowboy guy! |
And, it’s hot. Hot
and humid. Very humid. Like 90% at 7am, humid. And HOT!
Ahhhh – good to be home.
31 May 2019