The Long Day Home

Hello, I set my phone alarm to wake us at 5:15 am. When the phone dinged in the morning, I leaped out of bed, started looking for the laid-out clothes to put on, but then tried to turn off the alarm only to learn it was not the alarm, but a text from the airline telling us that our flight had been delayed over an hour. Oh no! that means we would miss our connecting flight in Denver. “Oh, Leroy we have to call the airline to figure out what is best.” I wailed softly. Because I do not like to call, Leroy put through the call. We kept losing the connection so went to the living room, hoping for a better connection and that we would not disturb the other sleeping people. The helpful person gave us at least three flight possibilities, but we could not remember what she had said as she was telling us about the last one. Miriam, who had been disturbed, came out, got out paper and pen took the phone, and started talking to the agent. She had to explain, “I am helping my parents.” Sometimes it is great to be old and helpless! If we could just figure out when to play this role. We got it figured out that we would fly from Salt Lake in the afternoon to Chicago and get home on the same day, but after 10:00 pm. It made a long day. We spent some extra time reading on the patio and eating more of their food. The rest of the family had school or work obligations. How is that for a good deal? Andy took us to the train stop to get to the airport. That was also a gift. We find good all over if we just remember to look for it and not focus on things not going our way. Paula