In Minnesota, that is. Bruce and I arrived a couple of hours ago, and I’m about to go find the place where I get my nametag and my agenda for the next couple of days. This is what traveling was like today:
- Midnight: Still packing. Wanted to be asleep two hours ago. Oh well.
- 1 am: Inflatable mattress that our daughter & her partner were going to sleep on is not inflating because small device that blows it up has a dead battery. Must wait while battery charges.
- 6:50 am: Okay, time to get up. Want to be out the door at 7:30. Flight is at 9:10.
- 7:50 am: Out the door.
- 8:40 am: Get to the gate, thinking that we’ll be just in time for early boarding w/ the people who “need a little extra time.” We’re not — we missed that moment & now have to push through to the front of the long, long line so we can get ourselves sorted while there’s still space to do it.
- 9:10 am: Whew. Bruce is 6’5″, so it’s always dicey finding out if his legs will actually fit in the allotted space. He has about half an inch to spare this time, which counts as a win. His crutches are stashed at the front of the plane, his brace and shoes are under the seat in front of us, we seem to have everything we need. Plane is being pushed back. Side note: Damn, but the folks at Delta have upped their inflight entertainment mojo since I last flew. Everybody has a big user-friendly ipad embedded in the seatback in front of them, with big selections of tv shows, movies, games, music, radio to mess around with. I like to watch the flight tracker, mostly for the joy of floating across Montana, a state where our family once spent a miserable 4 days in a minivan with transmission issues. In front of us is a blond child who must be about 18 months old. She knows exactly how to run the ipad and quickly gets Finding Nemo up and running.
- 2:10 pm: Terra firma. By chance, Bruce’s brother is also at a conference here at the Mall of America this weekend. His flight from Utah arrived just before ours from Seattle, so by the time we struggle off the plane, he’s already got a car to take us to the hotel. Good times. The two of them just left to go find their dad, who lives in a retirement home nearby.
- More soon …