and no Yellow Brick Road in sight. In fact, unfortunately, the rain has stopped.
Why do I want more rain when it has been pouring for the last few days? It isn’t like I really want to disrupt more people’s lives, further trash the airline schedules which are already suffering from lack of crews. It is just with rain we do NOT get fireworks. Neither environmentally sound nor a good use of money – I just don’t get it. But then, I don’t understand people blowing things up…. and there are enough dogs in the neighborhood which howl with those kinds of noise.
Otherwise, it has been a lousy couple of weeks – to recap….
The internet went from bad to worse right after my last post from the ship. We docked right on time, one of about eight ships (and just about the smallest) in Miami. I did the usual transfer to the airport then caught a Lyft to meet a cruising & cross-stitch friend for coffee. Her partner in crime & Flosstube was running late. Ok…. then I received a txt from United that my flight was going to be delayed resulting in my landing in Houston about 30 minutes after my connecting flight. If I wanted to get home today – it was going to be on a flight leaving in the next few hours. Back to the airport. Dropped off my luggage, bailed through security and made my flight. Which was then delayed. This turned out not to be a problem as my connecting flight (now Denver) was significantly delayed due to a medical emergency requiring a stop in Lincoln Nebraska. So – I left Miami 4 hours earlier than planned and arrived at SFO about 20 minutes earlier than my original connection.
My one bag popped up almost immediately. The second bag was listed by United as being “rerouted” with no record since Miami check-in…. It arrived, as the last bag up. If it had been lost? Dirty clothes. Oh, gee…
So that was the fun of the 17th. The 18th was the first night of Hanukkah, a Cal Women’s Basketball game and Dani’s birthday.
Monday and Tuesday I pretty much slept. Wednesday I made a trip to the VA. Appointments went fine. COVID booster and flu shot.
Thurs-Sat I felt like, oh never mind. By Sunday I was almost feeling human again. This past week has been rain, errands and a fair amount of cross stitching.
I am not at all sorry to be saying goodbye to 2022.