Well that was a week to remember. It was a crazy whirlwind of airplanes, rental cars, hotel rooms, turnpikes, toll roads, insane traffic, and it was nonstop, but it was also invigorating and heartwarming to be around so many good friends and family members. I’m back in Spokane now, on Thursday Blog Day, and it feels like I’ve been gone a month. When I got home very late last night, I think Buster was telling me he thought I’d been gone a month, as well.
Welcome aboard Delta 1484, heading eastbound to Minneapolis-St. Paul. We are traveling together in seat 2-D, and in moments I’ll have to take a break when the standard hot turkey sandwich on wheat bread arrives. To avoid as many empty calories as possible, I usually open the sandwich and fold over the turkey so it’s all on one side, then chop off the other half of the bread. These tricks for airline food are offered free of charge, but I’m going to have to bill you $25 for that bag you brought with you. And please bring your seat back to its original upright position.
A little more than a week ago I mentioned, to the young lady giving me a haircut, that I hoped I wasn’t jinxing us but I was pretty sure spring had actually sprung out here in scenic Liberty Lake, Wash. We’d broken the standard winter-long string of gray and gloomy days, the clouds had lifted, the mountains were clearly visible, and we even had some heavy spring rains instead of the incessant fog, smog, and gunk. It sure felt like spring…