Sorry to keep you hanging, but it has been a whirlwind and I am worn out. Owen came home from the hospital on Sunday afternoon. He was so very happy to be there, too. The look on his little face when he saw his dog, Libby, was absolutely priceless. He can’t walk due to laying in a hospital bed for 16 days, and also from still being medicated with a sedative. But, he crawled over to Libby and gave her a great big hug, and her tail wagged so fast I thought she’d fly!
Now that he is home, I also headed for home on Monday. I have no idea why American Airlines does not have a direct flight from Washington, D.C to Atlanta, but they don’t, so I went from Washington to Chicago, changed planes, and then to Atlanta. The deprture gate in Chicago was on the opposite side of the airport from the arrival gate, so I had to hurry up and walk as fast as I could. I almost stopped to buy something to eat, but decided against it, and I’m glad I didn’t–they started boarding about 5 minutes after I got to the right gate.
I found out something about myself on this trip: I am good with take offs but really bad with landing. That landing part just about scares me out of my skin. And I had to do four of them–two on the way up and two on the way back. I think it may be another 20 years before I fly again, unless it is a non-stop flight.
When I got to Atlanta, my prince of a husband, Fabgrandpa, picked me up and took me out to eat at my favorite place–Red Lobster. It was delicious as usual! Then we headed home with just a stop at Piggly Wiggly to get some of their Rainbow Sherbert. He loves that stuff! (so do I). And, when we arrived home, this is what I found:
Someone missed me!