Flying North

I am not sure why I make it so difficult for myself. I worked intensely until there was no more time to work and then rushed home to pack. I sent Eric to pick Maya up from school and of course he took far too long (I would park and get Maya from the building while Eric chose to wait in the car pool lane for an hour). I was agitated when he finally showed up, but we got all our bags in the car (only one each so we would not pay the $25 a bag on the flight) and fought traffic to the airport. We parked in the open air lot (it will snow so hopefully we will get out next week) and found ourselves in the Delta baggage line for an hour. I am not sure why Delta chose only one person to take care of the bags, but everyone in line was frustrated. We finally got through the line and through security without having to be XRayed or body checked and when we got to the gate, our flight was delayed.

That is when I relax and give up on trying to control the world. I buy a few magazines, I read, I check my voicemail, I talk to Eric and Maya, and wait for our 'zone' to be called. We have an uneventful flight to Minneapolis and make it to our next flight and Maya and I slept all the way to Edmonton. Everything went smoothly and we drove our rented Toyota Corolla through the empty streets, which are all changed from what I remember, but we found our way home anyway and woke up the household at 2 in the morning. My parents wanted to feed us and sit down for drinks, but I shooed everyone to bed. We have to shop in the morning.