Start Wars
Saturday November 24th 2012, 11:39 pm
Filed under: Family

Michelle got up at 4 am again, Eastern time no less, to catch her flight. We had to set the alarm ourselves at our end.

Richard turned right out of the neighborhood.

Wait, what? She’s at San Francisco, right?

I dropped her off at San Jose airport, he answered. She’s at San Jose.


We knew by then that her flight had landed 35 minutes early and she was already on the ground and we were running behind as it was, but going the wrong way wasn’t going to help anything and arguing would get me nowhere since I wasn’t the one driving. So I pulled out my cell and started texting: SFO, right?

Yes SFO! I sent you my itinerary…!

(I knew that, especially because I had written it down in my calendar: if I write it I remember it.) She says SFO.

You sure? I dropped her off at…

She says she’s at SFO, dear. (While managing not to say it as DEAR at that hour.)

Right, then. Left at the light and back thataway to the next northbound exit. I knew she was just sitting there waiting so I tried to help keep her company: We’re on 101 north now.

We’re at San Carlos now.

We’re at Milbrae now. (Which is really close.)

And then came her text: Stay on target… Stay on target…

Good to have her home again.

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Happy that she’s home safe and sound.

Comment by Jody 11.25.12 @ 5:25 am

12:00 and all is well.

Comment by Sherry in Idaho 11.25.12 @ 8:13 am

It’s the most traveled time of the year… Glad I’m not the one who has to make a 7am flight from Dulles. Hem.

Comment by Channon 11.25.12 @ 4:03 pm

Yay for getting it in writing! It’s nice to know our electronic gadgets actually are very useful sometimes. And thankfully Michelle wasn’t stranded too long. Did she knit?

Comment by DebbieR 11.25.12 @ 7:34 pm

Good job double checking. All’s well that ends well.

Comment by twinsetellen 11.25.12 @ 8:46 pm

It was a different kind of start wars here this morning.

I feel better than I have in days. It’s a day off from work. Time to make headway on the housework that badly needs doing. Guys are here cleaning the leaves off the lawn; it’ll be wonderful to have that done.

Gah. What’s that smell? Fumes. What’s that feeling in my head? Headache begone! Go, I say!

Saying it didn’t do the trick. Scruffy, who so much wanted to be let out while people were here working, looked at me in astonishment when I offered to let him out after they left. Who are you to invite me to leave the house at a time of your choosing?

All righty, then. The house will still be here after I read Alison’s blog. Scruffy, too.

I dropped her off at San Jose Airport. So much like my late husband whom I am particularly missing right now.

It stands to reason that if you leave a daughter off at San Jose, you’ll pick her up at San Jose. Otherwise, what is this world coming to?

Thank you, Alison & Richard.

Comment by RobinM 11.28.12 @ 8:45 am

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