The worst part of the trip yesterday, by far, was security.  Normally, my sweetie and I take an early flight.  This means leaving for the airport at 5am or so, but we don’t generally have a problem with that.  But when I booked this flight I didn’t know how I’d feel that early in the day, so I picked a midday flight instead.  That meant that the airport was much busier.  We had a bit of a wait to check our bags, and a much longer wait in the security line.

There were lots more wheelchairs and strollers than we’re used to seeing on the early flights, and the staff seemed less well organized.  The line we were in ran out of bins, and for a long time nobody replaced them.  When they did come to replace them, positioning the bin trolley meant moving the entire waiting line.  (This particularly affected us because, by then, we had just reached the edge of the first table.)  I was feeling very tired.  My carry-on bag was quite heavy, and I really wanted to sit down.  It was about half an hour to get through; once we were actually able to get our stuff into bins and our bins onto the tables (which weren’t even, so things couldn’t just slide along), it all went fast enough.  And there actually were benches where we could put ourselves back together.

So we were at the gate by about 10:00, to discover that our flight was marked “delayed” by about an hour.  I wasn’t confident my parents would check on the flight status, so I called them.  They didn’t answer (I figured they were swimming), so I left a message on their machine. At this point, I realized that part of my problem was food.  I normally have a Boost at about 9:30, and I needed something.  My sweetie discovered that there was a Ben & Jerry’s in the gate area that did smoothies.  They came in two sizes: 14 oz. and 20 oz.  My Boost is 8 oz; I asked for a small one.  The clerk asked if I was sure I wanted a small– “The large is only fifty cents more”– and I assured her that a small was fine.  I shared it with my sweetie, and I felt much better afterwards.  And then I called my parents again, got my mother (who had not seen my message), and felt much better.

Finally the plane showed up; turns out the plane we were supposed to have taken had had a mechanical problem, so they’d had to switch aircraft.  The flight itself was fine.  My television kept going dark on me, and I could probably have hit JetBlue up for a $15 voucher if I’d insisted on showing it to one of the crew, but it worked more than adequately for my purposes.

We landed; my bag came down in the middle of the run; sweetie’s was the last bag off our flight.  We collected it and went outside to call my parents who’d be waiting in the cell-phone area.  And my lovely new iPhone wouldn’t make the call.  Fortunately, my sweetie’s El Cheapo worked fine.  (I couldn’t hear, in the ambient noise at the airport, what the problem was, but I tried again once we were in the car, with Mom and her phone beside me, and I got “area not accessible” or some such thing.  I think it’s unforgivable, but there your are.)  And then I realized with some dismay that it’s been so long since I actually entered the password for this blog that I had no idea what it was.

Anyhow, we arrived safely, with a quick stop at the grocery store to pick up a rotisserie chicken for dinner, got ourselves unpacked and stowed away. By then it was nearly five o’clock.  We relaxed a little.  I let other people take care of me more than usual, but I definitely enjoyed dinner, and managed to stay awake well past eight o’clock (by which time my sweetie had fallen asleep, clothes and glasses still on).

We woke up bright and early this morning, and took a 45-minute walk before the golf course opened.  And on the way I realized that WordPress probably has a “forgot your password?” option, which it has, so I used it and here I am.

Today we’ll have a visit from the friends from the East Coast who visited us in New York last month.  All four of us are looking forward to that.