Monday night I was home alone. The General and I have been dog-sitting our granddogs at their house. Since I was flying out of San Antonio on Tuesday, the General pushed me out the door around 8:00 p.m. and said to go home. It will make your morning commute easier. Who was I to argue?
She told me to call when I got home. Dutifully, I didn't forget to call. Of course, she asked: "What are you doing?" When I reported that I was sitting on the back porch looking at the golf course, she cautioned me, "Don't fall off the porch!"
Sometimes I don't get it. She told me last week to put the three additional outdoor chairs on the back porch. At the time, there was already one metal chair on the porch. She then suggested we not sit on the porch until we get a deck built to extend the sitting area. The porch is only 5' x 15' with about a 5' drop to the ground.
I didn't need to be told not to fall off the porch. I am not delusional, and I'm confident that I cannot fly. Why would I fall off the porch? What was she thinking?
After talking with the General, I went inside to do some work related to my meetings in D.C. with the thought that this is only going to take a minute. I've been wrong before.
Of course, I also still needed to pack. What to pack was the $64,000 question. White shirts were essential. Occasionally, I go with blue, but white always serves one well. Normally, I take at least two suits, but this time I determined to make one work.
I packed a black suit and subsequently thought better of it. It is HOT. I decided to go with brown. So I unpacked and repacked. It was approaching 11:00 p.m. before I was ready to call it a day.
It is only a forty-minute commute from our home to the airport on Tuesday morning. I drove the Miata becasue it is ideal for airport parking. My truck, not so much.
I checked the fuel level and thought I had plenty fuel. As I said, I've been wrong before. I probably had enough fuel, but I hate it when the yellow light is on. I purchased gasoline four miles from the airport.
According to signage, the first three floors of the parking garage were full. I parked in 4A. Will I ever find my car again? I don't know. At any rate, I got to the airport in time to craft my blog Tuesday morning.
I anticipated that I would post it when the plane landed in Dallas. As it turned out, we all had to get off the plane in Dallas because maintenance was needed. We were given instructions to leave our things in our seats.
Fifteen minutes later, an announcement was made to reclaim our things from the plane. We were flying out of another gate on another plane.
All My Best!
Don
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