"you shouldn't judge a book by its cover" - what lies beneath could bear an element of surprise
On the Return I had a great view of the wing - both planes. Working my way back
Coming into Medford Dec 5, 20203
I don't know why I didn't get any of the Great Salt Lake which actually appears bigger from the sky than the land. Did get some of the mountains though
Found this in my draft folder from the seventh
Medford airport is definitely my favorite. Salt Lake definitely was not. My flight was not scheduled to leave until 7:00 am, but I was there to check in at 5:00 a.m.
There were only 3 people at the check-in window. One was an older woman on her way to Alaska. She felt nervous as she stood by herself and
no one was at the window at the scheduled time.
When a worker finally came to the window he called the first person in
line. He had her move to the side as
there was a question about something.
Southwest Airlines
is the only I know of that have baggage already fixed into the price. All others charge an additional fee for each
bag that gets checked in – though I had checked in two items in Eugene but had
only been charged for one. Remembering
that Richard had paid that fee when I checked in I started to rummage through
my bag to retrieve money to pay the fee and allowed the other passenger in line
to check in her already tagged bags.
I had printed my
confirmation and used my paperwork in Eugene but apparently it was needed in
Salt Lake as all I was asked for was my ID.
The worker had asked if I had checked in already (Salt Lake evidently
has check in, do-it-yourself stands which I guess are the equivalent of self-checkout
registers that are found in many stores.
I would guess one who flies frequently might know how to use them – but
probably an app and touch phone are needed – neither of which I have) and I
said no. He gave me a look which said, “You
stupid, stupid woman”. I don’t think he
was pleased with his job or being there at 5:00 in the morning. He took both pieces of luggage but did not
add an additional charge to what I had already paid.
I walk another mile just to get in line to go through security. I managed to leave my kindle out. I was not aware that there was a miniature (smaller
than a flash drive) pocket knife in my fanny pack – which hadn’t been mentioned
at the Eugene Airport, but TSA pulled EVERYTHING out of my bag looking for it
and asked “Where is your knife?”
“I don’t have a knife.”
I really hadn’t remembered it even being there. They said that I could pay 25 dollar to have
it mailed to me. I’m not paying 25
dollars for something I obviously won’t miss.
I think my husband picked it up as a free giveaway at some kind of fair.
Yes, it was annoying but also a comfort knowing all the precautions that are
taken.
I then had to make the mile hike from luggage claim to gate
B. The A 1-12 is one way and 13-25
another. Straight ahead marked B which
leads to an escalator going down – what the world? Passengers make this long walk to yet another
escalator going up. Are you kidding me? The
plane from SLC to Seattle was not so crowded and there was an empty seat
between me and the man in the isle.
It was raining in Seattle and there was a lot of turbulence flying
in and flying out. I certainly enjoyed
breathing in the moist air while I was there.
Wetter than Oregon
But the puddle jumper from Seattle to Medford was the most
crowded of any plane that I took. And
Seattle’s gate C2 is divided into another 8 gates. Not a pleasant wait. Flying into Medford was nice. Richard was waiting for me with a sign and
carnation in hand. He really missed me
and said he will never send me by myself again.
We were both crying. After I took a picture of Richard at baggage claim
a worker offered to take a picture of the both of us. Don’t see that happening in large
airports. SO HAPPY to be home!
Several years ago I had acquired a small jar in the shape of a
turkey. He unhinged at the body as I
recall. I suppose I may still have it in
the shed but have not made the effort to look for it at this particular
juncture in time.
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| this is a cookie jar; mine was a lot smaller with hinges |
It was an idea I had wanted to incorporate into the holiday –
attempting to start my own Thanksgiving tradition. I remember reading some of the answers – but just
that one year. It was only an attempt. It never became a tradition. I would have liked to have heard others express their Thanksgiving thoughts.
My daughter-in-law comes from a large family. Four boys and four girls. Each have learned saving tips and coupon shopping from their mom. They had also grown up with traditions that at least the four youngest try to honor now.
There were two or three of them in the kitchen making pies the
day prior to Thanksgiving. I don’t remember ever having baked beans as part of
Thanksgiving dinner before, but it was a part of theirs. A craft project of making turkeys with apple
bodies, gumdrops and marshmallow parts.
Richard insisted on putting up some of the lights.
Jaime
(our mountain goat) didn’t want us to
start
the yard without her.
After
all she can scale many areas that Richard and I can’t.
We
said a prayer that we would stay safe.
The
lights were on the day that we hung them,
however
one of the strands had gone out.
When we went to turn the lights on the following day,
none of them would work.
Took
a while before we (well Richard) discovered the problem.
Simple
fix.
I
said another prayer to say thanks.
Shortly
after Biff and his family moved in with us we were forced to upgrade our
standard size garbage can to the biggest can available. A few months ago we downgraded to the
smallest. It holds 1 ½ to 2 large black trash bags.
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| not accurate to MC color scheme but accurate in size difference |
We try put our can to the curb on Tuesday nights as Wednesday morning is pickup. Early Wednesday morning.
We
forgot to put the can out last night. I
did not hear the trucks this morning but Richard evidently did. At a quarter to 5:00 this morning I took our
small can to the curb but checked our neighbor’s can as pickup lately has taken
place between 4:00 and 4:30 a.m.
Their
can was empty and so I thought I would wheel our can across the street. There was only one bag – not even a full
one. I took it out and added to the
trash across the street. Fun way to
start out the morning . We then watched “Grinch,
the Musical” and now Richard and Jaime are watching “The Grinch”
Rudy Giuliani did some great things for New York before becoming mayor (here) and after the terrorists attacks made on the city September 11, 2009. The media made him sound like a hero at how he handled the situation (here) but somewhere over the years that seemed to get pushed aside as the media would constantly criticize his every move because of how he supported Trump. And now he owes over 140 million dollars in damages (here) What happened? How does someone who was so admired become such a huge disappointment due to one's choices? What made him change? Why does anybody change?
I do not know Rudy Giuliani personally
but I do know several people who had so much going for them and made such a
positive impression on those around them and yet somewhere along the way their light went out and
their hearts are blackened. Why would
they choose to misery? Are they so far
gone that they have forgotten what they once had? Would sending Ghosts to them during Christmas
even make a difference?
I suppose it works the other way. There are people who have wreaked havoc so
much of their life before they make the change to service of others and
transforming from the curmudgeon Scrooge to the repented Scrooge. You can see their countenance.
"The best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in the service of others" – Mahatma Gandhi
Richard missed me a lot during my absence from Oregon.
I don’t know if there will be a next time but I won’t be going at it alone.
But I know there will be way more expense involved if he comes along.
He won’t be staying overnight at anyone’s house but will get a hotel.
But on the plus side we may not have to fly –
he would/will just drive us there.
Don't know where or when.
It will be a while.
I don't care for warm water or hot tea. I like to gulp. I can't always gulp. Right now there is something pressing between my gum and my tooth which causes pain whenever there is cold. It is about this time last year when my mouth felt a sensitivity to cold. I thought it was a dental thing at first but then realized it was probably a sinus infection as I could brush my teeth without feeling pain.
A sinus infection. Joy. It must have been just before Christmas when Richard drove me to the clinic in Roseburg so that I could get a zee pack to make myself feel better. I think that’s what’s happening now. Oddly enough it is all on my left side. My infections have always started with my right. This may have started in Utah. Lesson learned.
I have had many friends who have left facebook -
some permanantly but I have noticed
just as many return.
We left to drive to Ashland about 3:30 yesterday. It got very dark before we collected Jaime just before 5:30. We stopped at a Cracker Barrel on the way home. Today we put up the tree and decorated.
At 12:00 we left to go to the big
city of Roseburg where we saw “Wonka” – I absolutely LOVED how a few of the songs from the original production (with Gene Wilder as Willy Wonka) were incorporated into this production - along with the original Oompa Loompa appearance. So many scenes reminded me of other
movies: Les Miserables (except the girl was called Noodle rather than Cozette),
a Whoville type scene, La La Land or the
Greatest Showman, and at least two others I can’t remember as I write this post. I think the thing I enjoyed most about it was
hearing Jaime’s enjoyment.
We then started to tackle the trees
in the yard. Our Mountain Goat was up
for the challenge. We decided that we
aren’t completely finished.
I don’t know what triggered this memory, but I was thinking about a time when my great uncle had told my mom and aunt that they should go get measured for fur coats. I think it was some kind of bet he had won and offered the coats to the wives of his two nephews. I don’t know what my aunt’s reaction was to her fur coat, but my mom was not comfortable about wearing what one might perceive as luxurious. She said it wasn’t even that warm. And it shed as I recall. I don’t know how long she had it or what became of it.
