Standing by

Dulles Airport -> somewhere over the Atlantic

Since we finished up yesterday, I got to sleep in a couple of extra minutes this morning before packing up everything.

Would you believe that I never got to a yarn store? But I did hit the book stores and found a couple of pullovers, so that will have to do.

The flight I was scheduled for was at 2030 and went to Muenchen. From there I would have had to change planes and fly the 30 minutes to Frankfurt before catching my train home.

Deciding it was worth spending a lot of time at the airport, I ditched the rental car and was the first person at the Lufthansa Counter. The nice lady put me first on the standby list for the 1800 flight direct to Frankfurt, tagged my luggage so that it would make the flight if I did and put in the frequent flyer miles from both legs of the trip. Not shabby at all.

The flight was full. Or at least coach was until several passengers used mileage or money to upgrade themselves. That opened up a couple of seats and I got on. And, being that I am such a nice person, I even traded seats with a guy who wanted to sit in the same row as his friends.

It actually was not that good a deal, as one of the last people onto the plane, the overhead compartments were pretty full and I had one of those strange isle seats at the back where there is no “under the seat in front of you.” I probably made more than one person unhappy by moving around briefcases and coats, but hey, what choice did I have?



Just so you will recognize the Fernbahn Station at the Frankfurt Airport should you need to.



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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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