October 28, 2008

I’ve broken a family rule… it hasn’t snowed yet, but I started the Christmas music anyway.  It does something to my soul that no other music does.  At first, it feels like the first Christmas without my mother all over again… but I’m getting away from that the more I listen to it.  She’s the one that got us hooked on Christmas music.  It was her favorite, too.

We got home from Utah last Wednesday night.  The flight home was a day late, but otherwise, uneventful.  It’s a long story, but we missed our flight and it was my fault.  I hate to say that.  No one will want to travel with me anymore after this. 

It was Tuesday night and we had just returned from a fabulous day at the Grand Canyon- a first.  When I got online to print off our boarding passes for the next day, it would not give me any seats assignments.  A few clicks later their reason was because the flight had already departed?  “What are they talking about?” I said aloud.  But, when I went to get my e-ticket, to my disbelief, they were right.  Our 2:30 PM flight had left for Maine without us.  Even as I write about it, it seems like it must have happened to someone else.  I just want to back up and do it all over.  It felt like I was in a twilight zone.

Fortunately, we were able to reschedule for 7 AM the next morning.  With Utah two hours behind ME time and Las Vegas three hours, we debated just what time we needed to leave for the airport.  After everyone got to sleep, I kept thinking about our math and decided we had made a mistake.  Never do complicated calculations in the middle of the night.  We ended up at the airport by 2:30 AM – almost 5 hours before departure.  Okay, I’ve confessed my imperfections…now, can we move on?

The night after we got home Bob took off for an overnight of work.  No rest for the weary, they say.  I stayed home and worked on catching up. 

On Friday I drove up to see Marie and get some groceries.  She was confused about her past, thinking that she had left some things at a home she had lived in over 50 years ago.  She wanted me to go and get them.  I told her I would just keep them at my house and she was good with that.

The Burbanks came for supper so Jeremy could scope out the back 40 for deer.  He and Megan went  hunting the next day (Youth Day) and she was able to get her first deer… with Kaleb’s  gun.  He’ll have to wait another 4 years to go hunting and he’s not happy about that. 

Speaking of Kaleb, one of the older ladies from Curves had some great things to say about him.  He went with Aunt Kathy to help rake her leaves.  She said she had never met an 8 year old that was such a gentleman.  She was impressed when he reached out his hand to shake hers when they met, and again when he said goodbye.  I think I know where he’s learned to do that.  Just the other day we were talking about a food that he’s learned to like because “I want to be like my dad.”  No pressure or anything, Jeremy.

On Saturday we hosted the Meyer family – missionaries to South Africa.  We should have known them for years based on all the people and places that we share in common.  The Walls, Dennys, Crysten and Hannalie all joined us for a fun supper.

Sunday was a busy day of church and our afternoon Bible study.  The Meyers packed up and left for the coast for a seafood lunch.  Hope the rain had stopped by the time they got down there. 

Today was another Pizza Day at school.  Bob has left for work in RI for the rest of the week.  Well, that’s the scoop from here.  I hope to write a little more about our trip out west but this will have to do for now.  How cute is this of Jared?

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