Long flights

Both of us were packed last night and ready to go. AC transit site for bus schedules is well less than useless. Starting and ending times on the routes are clear, but when they arrive at ending particular stop? Guessing is about your best bet. We planned on catching the 65 leaving Grizzly Peake around 0900. Walking out a couple of minutes before nine, we were barely at the bus stop when it sails by! Hand waving was noticed by the driver, he stopped and we managed to board. 
From there it was ride to the last stop, walk the block to BART, ride the RED Line to the airport before the next stage of fun kicked in. Neither of us could get the self check-in kiosks at Air France to work.  I gave up since we were more than 4 hours before the flight,  Coffee was higher on my agenda. George received help from one of their clerks & checked in while I was gone. Returning, the machine happily accepted my new passport, kicked out both luggage tag and boarding pass.  Off to Terminal A. 
And waiting and more waiting. 
Flight leaves on time. Allegedly there is WiFi. We are not seated together. No clue. I am stuck in the very back row. At least the seat does tilt back some. 

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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