My flight left Las Vegas an hour late on Saturday, no big deal especially when you don't have a connection to make. But when we finally got to the gate in Seattle, a few people stampeded up the aisle, pushing everyone aside regardless of age, sex or infirmity.
Well, I know the feeling, but it's more civilized when the flight attendants ask people to please stay seated for a minute to let connecting passengers off first. As I did, to avoid getting bonked by a 50-pound carry on.
But no complaints and everything went well both directions, including my Uber ride from North Las Vegas to the airport, the first I used the app since before the pandemic. Surprise, surprise, it remembered my credit card.
I enjoyed some very special days with Dad. Best of all, my sister is now home safely after a fabulous vacation with her family in Cancun. Her daughters, their husbands and all four grandsons were there. Along with the mystery destination, that was also a huge surprise for Marji.
They stayed at a lovely all-inclusive resort and arranged a private cultural tour of some Maya ruins, including a zip line experience and swim in a jungle cenote. The best of everything. What wonderful memories.
Anyway, back to Seattle and unseasonably cool temperatures for the next few days. After the bright desert sun, the mornings are so dark and the furnace is running now instead of the AC. It's raining today, probably the last rain for a while and good for the dried out garden. Everything looks beautiful and green and blooming, the growth in just a few days almost overwhelming. The word that comes to mind is "rampant."
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