Sacramento to Tucson via San Diego, that is.
The flight left Sacramento ten minutes late, but got to San Diego on time. Had a two-hour lay-over, so had plenty of time to get something to eat. Didn't have breakfast at home. And I wandered around awhile, watching people. Watching people. That's the most interesting part of any travel.
So we left San Diego for Tucson 20 minutes late, and arrived in Tucson 20 minutes late. I had my cell phone turned off, per instruction from the pilot, so Marian wasn't able to call and find out what was happening. I think she was making circles around the pickup spots. Anyway, as soon as I turned on my phone, I saw there was a message waiting, so returned her call. Told her I was at the pickup spot, waiting with luggage, and sure enough a couple minutes later she showed up. But wouldn't you know...someone pulled in right behind her, and waiting rather impatiently while two infirmed old ladies were try to load a huge suitcase and a walker into the trunk. She finally gave up and picked up a spot a few cars ahead of us.
Marian decided the walker wasn't going in the trunk with the suitcase, so I dutifully shoved it into the back seat, with Marian tugging from the other side. Sometimes it takes two.
Anyway, off we go to some shopping before we head for home because Marian said if we didn't put in some groceries, we'd be eating peanut butter with a spoon. Well, I do like peanut butter, but I like something more substantial too.
A word of warning. If you ever come to Tucson to visit my sister, sit in the back seat and don't talk. We wandered all over the place because she kept forgetting where we were headed, and invariably was in the wrong lane for a right or left turn, so she'd miss the street she thought she was looking for. I didn't realize my sister was so distractible.
We did get home with a load of groceries. And I saw a lot of Tucson I wouldn't have otherwise seen. And she saw some places, too, that she'd never seen.
Well, gotta get ready to go out to eat. We're going to Mimi's. No washing up after. I can live with that.
Shalom
The flight left Sacramento ten minutes late, but got to San Diego on time. Had a two-hour lay-over, so had plenty of time to get something to eat. Didn't have breakfast at home. And I wandered around awhile, watching people. Watching people. That's the most interesting part of any travel.
So we left San Diego for Tucson 20 minutes late, and arrived in Tucson 20 minutes late. I had my cell phone turned off, per instruction from the pilot, so Marian wasn't able to call and find out what was happening. I think she was making circles around the pickup spots. Anyway, as soon as I turned on my phone, I saw there was a message waiting, so returned her call. Told her I was at the pickup spot, waiting with luggage, and sure enough a couple minutes later she showed up. But wouldn't you know...someone pulled in right behind her, and waiting rather impatiently while two infirmed old ladies were try to load a huge suitcase and a walker into the trunk. She finally gave up and picked up a spot a few cars ahead of us.
Marian decided the walker wasn't going in the trunk with the suitcase, so I dutifully shoved it into the back seat, with Marian tugging from the other side. Sometimes it takes two.
Anyway, off we go to some shopping before we head for home because Marian said if we didn't put in some groceries, we'd be eating peanut butter with a spoon. Well, I do like peanut butter, but I like something more substantial too.
A word of warning. If you ever come to Tucson to visit my sister, sit in the back seat and don't talk. We wandered all over the place because she kept forgetting where we were headed, and invariably was in the wrong lane for a right or left turn, so she'd miss the street she thought she was looking for. I didn't realize my sister was so distractible.
We did get home with a load of groceries. And I saw a lot of Tucson I wouldn't have otherwise seen. And she saw some places, too, that she'd never seen.
Well, gotta get ready to go out to eat. We're going to Mimi's. No washing up after. I can live with that.
Shalom