Red Eyes

The best thing about taking a red-eye is that it is always the low point of the day.

It was a typical United Flight – boarding is by privilege. What I found interesting, unlike daytime business hour flights,  is that the plan wasn’t ½ full by the time that all boarding group 1. This meant that there was plenty of room in the overhead compartment for my backpack. Grabbing my window seat, I was prepared to sleep the entire flight.

We will not mention the entitled dude behind me with his leaking ear buds and tendency to continually beat the back of my seat in rhythm with something. By far more fun was the young Korean student in the aisle seat who is on her first trip to the US. We traded seats for the landing so that she could take pictures out the window.

My bags were already on the carousel when I arrived at baggage claim. Reaching my friend with whom I am staying for a couple of nights, I had time to grab coffee before getting picked up. We had breakfast at a wonderful little café before heading to the Cross Stitch Cupboard. Would you believe that I had planned this visit out enough to have a short list of floss which I could use. And then, there were a couple of patterns.

We spent the rest of the day relaxing, stitching, and I was observed by the cats who were not sure at all what they should think about this invader to their place…. and I took my own red-eyes to bed at a reasonable time…

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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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