Vacation post #6
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solarbird and I had to get up at too-damned-early-o'clock (read: 6:15am for Dara, 6:30am for me) to get up in time to get dressed, get Dara showered, do the last of our packing, get what little breakfast we could manage, say goodbye to whatever portion of the family was conscious, and get gone. I stumbled blindly out of Charlie's bedroom to do the morning bathroom rituals, and once I was awake and fit for public consumption, I staggered upstairs to take care of the rest.Didi and Marc were already awake, as Didi had to get ready to go to work, and Marc was up to help deal with whichever of the children were awake. Only two of them were, though: Lydia and Michelle. Michelle was in Happy Baby Mode, but Lydia had apparently gotten a fever during the course of the night. The poor little thing was quite cranky, and mostly curled up fretfully in her favorite chair in the living room while her mother gave her toddler medicine. Once she was gone to work, Lydia whimpered for her mommy and would not be soothed by any of the remaining grownups present. But Dara and I had to go as well, so we bid Marc goodbye, hugged him, and got on the road.
We got to the airport later than we wanted due to underestimating the distance from Marc's place to said airport, but just as Dara was nervously getting out the cell phone and telling me to call my brother, we finally saw the signs indicating proximity to our destination. Ergo, no call for help and directions was necessary. Once we got there, though, Dara had to fill out extra paperwork due to the flat tire on the car--apparently, as far as Hertz was concerned, a flat tire required our insurance information. This was annoying, especially since it delayed us getting checked in. Fortunately the airport was practically deserted--we spotted maybe three people total at the various airline counters--so we didn't actually suffer because of said delay. But it was still annoying.
Lexington's airport is not large in the slightest; you can walk the entire length of the terminal in just a few minutes. But it was pretty much as I remembered it; the place is sort of emblazoned into my brain due to semi-regular trips to see the family, as well as getting stranded there for several hours during tornado season in Kentucky. Dara and I settled down at our gate and discovered to our amusement that there was in fact wi-fi in the vicinity. We both hopped online, downloaded mail, posted queued-up LJ entries, and skimmed our Friends lists to kill time.
On the flight up to Detroit, I continued reading Every Secret Thing. More on this in another post. The flight itself was uneventful.
In Detroit, Dara insisted on riding the tram from our arrival gate to our destination gate. This made our travel time between gates a lot shorter, which was kind of useful because our plane had already arrived and was getting stocked up to begin boarding. We had just enough time for Dara to duck into the ladies' room before we were called to board.
The flight actually got off the ground a little late, but aside from that and a few bouts of bumpy turbulence that made the pilot ask us to return to our seats, the leg from Detroit to Seattle was also mostly uneventful. After they gave us lunch and the expected crowd of passengers queued up for the lavatory, Dara and I chatted a bit with a teenager who struck me as the sort of girl who may not get enough attention and who tries desperately to soak up any bit she gets. She kept doing a little nervous laugh after every second or third sentence, but she relaxed a bit as I chatted with her about knitting; she admired my scarf (the old one that
starsongsky knitted for me years ago and which I still regularly use), so I told her about my friends who knit.I finished off Every Secret Thing and started on the rest of The Three Musketeers. By the time we landed I'd made considerable progress through the book but hadn't yet finished it--this is mostly because it's a very, very dense book. More on this in another post, too.
On the ground we had a bit of a wait for our luggage, but we did get our luggage, and nothing was missing or damaged. We also apparently escaped luggage search fairies (in fact, we escaped them both going to Kentucky and coming home), and we were amused by hearing dogs who had been brought off the plane yapping as their owners picked them up. Other passengers had a couple of budgies in a small cage, which amused Dara; she got a smile from the birds' owners as she chirped back at them.
Getting our shuttle home was also pretty much effortless, though it required more waiting. Having prepaid for our return shuttle as well as our pickup shuttle was helpful. Not surprisingly, though, we were the very last passengers to be dropped off; the van was full, and the other four passengers were all dropped off in the U-district and surrounding areas before we veered up north to Kenmore. And fortunately the tip was added to our extant charge, so I didn't have to give the guy eight quarters.
risu was waiting for us, and brought us tea and hot chocolate as we came in. And then, HOME. HOME HOME HOME HOME. I in fact did a bit of a HOME HOME HOME dance around the house before settling into taking it easy for the rest of the afternoon. I unpacked, washed every stitch of clothing I'd brought back from Kentucky with me, read the rest of The Three Musketeers (I was within a hundred pages of the end, so I wanted to finish it off), got the checkbook updated with the receipts brought back from the trip, ordered pizza, ate pizza, wrote LJ posts, took a nice relaxing bath and started on Let's Face the Music and Die (one of the books I borrowed from
kathrynt way back when I broke my arm), wrote more LJ posts, and then fell into bed.And that was the finale of the trip to Kentucky.
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Date: 2005-01-01 01:46 am (UTC)Knit one, purl two
Date: 2004-12-31 05:34 pm (UTC)Lynn teaches knitting classes back in Michigan. She's currently in Africa touring around with a friend but you can amuse yourself with back issues until she returns.
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