My goodness — that’s a story! I do, indeed, notice which spouse is writing this; but I bet it was good to get to see Greta, even if it was curtailed too quickly 🙂

GADS!!!

“Welcome to New York!” *rolls eyes*

And I thought the drama of being in the airport almost an hour before we figured out how to get you through the security barrier was bad enough! But we should have known the speed of the wheelchair brigade based on our efforts to get one moving before. Too bad they are just as fast when they do show up as when they don’t.

Kiss Richard for me for his sacrifice to let me spend the time with you.

And my kids were complaining because I had left home at 10:15 am and got home at 5 pm just to see you for that all too brief time. I hope they can grow up and find friends as good as you. Then they’ll understand. Alison time is worth every second.

Hope you have had a nice, peaceful rest at your destination and have a wonderful time at the book signing today!

Oh my gosh! Hope your time in Vermont will allow you to relax! See you this afternoon at Kaleidescope! :>)

Uh oh, wish I’d waited a month or two to read this..
I’m flyin’ to the Lone Star State next week…not nervous about it at all, oh no, not at all. 😉

Flying is stressful enough without adding “hey lets leave earlier” normally that would have been a good thing. But certainly not this time. Hope you get to relax soon.

Alison, I saw from your last post that you won’t get my email until Monday. But I did email, and won’t be there this afternoon after all :(. My thoughts are with you the whole time, and I’ll be anxious to read all about it.

I’m laughing, because my airport experiences are filled with similar stories. If I’m not running from one end of the airport to another, then it just doesn’t feel like flying.

I debated last night adding about the woman who decided to ignore the seatbelts-on sign so she could go barf in the bathroom from the bumpy flight, while the flight stewards were exclaiming, No, no, lady, you can’t! Put on your seatbelt! They sat her next to Richard and handed her a garbage bag to barf into. In the end, I think she managed to hold it in, but her face was down in there for awhile and as a Crohn’s patient it was all I could do not to be overwhelmed by sheer power of suggestion–do NOT look at that woman! Oh goodness.

I think they left early to try to beat the worst of the storm, and probably everybody who was supposed to be on the flight was, I’m guessing, officially checked in already. (Oops.)

But we’re here and Vermont is lovely. I imagine the huge pine bows coming over the fence remind my daughter of the redwoods she grew up with. It’s so good to see my daughter and son-in-law. The more shy of the two grandcats, on finding I’m still here this morning, decided I was okay after all and let me pet her.

Joyce, I’m so sorry I don’t get to see you today. Good thing Jennie’s here in Vermont for the long haul. Toni, I’ve never before encountered a flight leaving early nor a barficitous plane-mate. In the end, we sat on the plane, a couple of stragglers arrived, and we didn’t actually leave till only 15 minutes early.

And the woman smiled and waved triumphantly as she got off the plane. Made me laugh. She did it!

Ouch. Glad you made it! Last time I was at JFK, I got to stay for 28 hours. Hope you’re having fun in VT!

How scarry thinking you will miss your flight and how stressful.((((Alison)))))Darcy

Your story reminds me of my recent trip to North Carolina. I really enjoyed most of my time in the Wilmington airport. I loved the rocking chairs.

I could understand when they said there was a mechanical problem with the plane, we’d have to disembark. I could understand making reservations on a new flight. But walking back through the airport to get newly issued tickets and going through security again felt like an outrage.

And that’s how I happened to learn that if you’re flying late at night it feels more intimate. People talk more. I had some very interesting conversations. Eventually, though conversations petered out as we nodded off.

And waiting at home for the phone call saying the wait would end…for 28 hours was nerve wracking. Alison, your 45 minutes early is manageable compared to the 24 hours early that I was told my flight from Amsterdam back to the states would be…and then when I got there, it wasn’t going to be early at all! So much for seeing Paris as I’d planned to do–I got 24 unexpected hours in Holland instead. (hmm…Delft park bench because Delft did NOT have youth hostels in 1978…yeah, that’s better than Paris? Not.) Glad you made the flight!