Sunday, January 01, 2012
I made it home safely, but I could say it was somewhat of an adventure. Before I left for the airport, my daughter and I went for a walk around the neighborhood a couple rounds. The first round was with the puppy, which was typically challenging, especially with the dogs in the neighborhood who were not in their yards or on a leash. It felt so wonderful to enjoy the 65 degree weather and I knew that I would not enjoy landing in 35 degree weather. I wanted so badly to take the weather (and my daughter) home with me.
My purse and carry-on had to go through the scanner three times and then they had to call someone to look through them. I had completely forgotten I had a small Swiss Army Knife in my purse. (I don't know how it wasn't found in Detroit). I had it forever and hated that it had to be left, but rules are rules. I had some homemade lotion in my carry-on that was given to me by my son-in-law's daughter that was flagged. They finally put something in it to test it and then gave it back to me. I wasn't counting on any problems and it really made me nervous time-wise.
I sat next to a talker on my first flight. He was a really nice guy and it made the time go by faster, but he had a few really hard knocks in life that made me realize how lucky I really am.
Then it was time to take the long trek across the Charlotte airport to board my next flight. I hadn't realized how heavy my carry-on was just with a few extra items. Needless to say, I got my work-out for the day, but my back was not a happy camper. I made it to my next plane with little time to spare.
We boarded right away, but sat there on the plane in the dark for quite awhile. The pilot announced at one point that it would be five to ten minutes before take off while they finished paperwork. We finally left about 40 minutes after our original take-off time. Luckily, I was able to call my ride and tell him I'd be a little late.
So, I finally arrived about 9 pm. We were late eating and didn't get much time to enjoy our dinner as the restaurant was getting ready to close. But, we did get home in time to watch the ball drop. Then, it was definitely lights out - I was one tired person.
It was good to go and good to come home, though. I'm not ready to get back into my routine, though. So, I'm taking it a little easy today. And tomorrow I will be taking it easy as it is that dreaded day of the year where I have to admit that I'm another year older. I don't like to go out and celebrate, but I've made it a habit of not doing any work or cooking on that day just because I can.
I hope everyone has a wonderful new year and has many wonderful things happen in their lives this year.