I was going to write about my grandparent’s farm. It’s a beautiful, beautiful place that I love very dearly. I wanted to share it with all of you as I do, in word and picture.
But I want to spend time on that, since it is so important to me. And time is not something I exactly have, because of this:
Yup. Those are boarding passes. And no, I didn’t collect them. They are all from Sunday, in my attempt to get to San Jose with my boss for a conference. I say “attempt” because it took this many boarding passes (only two used) and a car to get to our destination.
Delayed, missed flight, delayed, cancelled, five-hour drive. I wasn’t reunited with my bag until this afternoon, much to my chagrin. There was much rejoicing in the kingdom when we were reunited.