|The Wing Wife and The Hobbit|
Now you'll recall the trials and tribulations The Missus Herself and I had in getting ourselves to Sandy Eggo this last weekend. (And I'm using the term "weekend" very loosely. I was off work from Thursday last to Wednesday yesterday.) That tale was related here.
This past Monday, we all stayed up far too late watching movies on the big screen at Chez WSO. Far too late for The WSO and I because she had to drag me to the airport at Fresno so that I might retrace my steps back to my frozen habitat in New England.
Flight was "scheduled" (those quotes foreshadow something) to depart Fresno at 0830 and deposit Your Humble Scribe in the Bay Area at 0930. (The flight is about 30 minutes, those departure/arrival times are "gate-to-gate." Take that with a grain of salt.)
From Chez WSO to Fresno-Yosemite International Airport is roughly 35 miles. Takes anywhere from 40 to 60 minutes to get there, depending on traffic. So I set my alarm for 0530, allowing myself time to get up and perform the necessaries required in order for us to be on the road by 0630.
I wake up at 0230, 0330, 0430 and finally decide enough is enough and get up. I perform the necessary ablutions, pack up the rest of my stuff and we pile into the WSOmobile. Off we go!
The WSO deposits my ample backside at Fresno precisely on schedule at 0730. After a big hug and a somewhat exhausted but tearful farewell, she heads back to Chez WSO and no doubt another couple hours of sleep.
I, on the other hand, check in with the airline and head down to my gate. Gate 7 to be precise.
I have flown out of Fresno three times. All from the same gate. Not once has my flight been on time. Tuesday was no exception.
I'm starting to think that Gate 7 doesn't like me.
Now bear in mind, originally I had a two hour layover in San Francisco. So there was some "slop" in the schedule, hopefully the delay in Fresno wouldn't cut too much into that slop. But I was not comforted by having the very first leg of the trip be all fouled up like this.
Impatiently I stalked the halls of Fresno-Yosemite, soon enough our flight was called, an hour lost from my slop time at SFO. Ah well. So it goes.
I made it to SFO, fortunately the gate for my flight to Boston wasn't far. Also the flight to Boston was not crowded at all. I had three seats all to myself and (based on the photos I saw of myself at Shakespeare's) I'm getting to need that kind of space. I'm going to have to deal with that sooner rather than later. (Quit smoking they said, you'll be healthier they said. Don't eat so bloody much, they should have added! Sigh...)
The flight back east was pleasant. Though the ride was a bit, shall we say "exciting"? I sat back near the tail of the aircraft where you feel every bump in the air. I don't mind it, reminds me I'm actually flying.
Once in Boston I face the long drive south. In the rain. In the pouring rain with the mist coming off the melting snow, visibility was a bit less than optimal. But I made it.
Hello kitties! Did you miss me?
Why yes, yes they did.
Some more photos from the trip...
|I think Tuna lives around here... Maybe?|
|Some of my extended family.|
No finer people anywhere...
|That's one of those "Oh my word I am huge" photos I mentioned.|
I think diet and exercise are on the menu, soonest!
|Three Wise Men...|
|Looking southeast from Ft Rosecrans National Cemetery|
|Looking east-northeast from Ft Rosecrans National Cemetery|
|Flowers for Lex|
(Placed by his wife and daughters)
|Met these folks at breakfast Monday.|
|Aviator Memorial, NAS Lemoore|
|Wings of Gold|
(Little Bit and I reflecting, in more ways than one.)
|The scene at Chez Sarge, Wednesday AM|
(We ain't in Sandy Eggo anymore!)
|The high temperature today in Little Rhody Wednesday was the same as Hanford (CA) on Tuesday morning at 0500. High fifties.|
No snow in Hanford that I noticed. Though it was damned early to be noticing much of anything!
|Must be Spring in Little Rhody, starting to see the C-130s come out...|
It was a fine trip, one which I will remember until my dying breath. I met with some folks I care for deeply. The folks in those pictures and some who were there in spirit only. They are, in the best sense of the word, family.
And I love them.