The two hour flight didn’t seem like two hours at all. It was more like half an hour with so much to see and talk about. The beautiful scenery, what we were going to do during the coming week—there was so much excitement, it wasn’t only the plane that flew. Time flew, too. As the pilot was guiding the plane in for a landing, the thought uppermost on our minds and our lips was, “Will he be there?” We were some four hours later than originally planned and men are not usually good at waiting.
We hadn’t reckoned with the patience of my brother-in-law. There he was at the gate, grinning from ear to ear. As we walked to the baggage area, we filled each other in on what had happened. A merciful airline clerk had let him know the basics which was very nice. We appreciated that. We surely hadn’t missed our flight. We were there on time but our seats weren’t. I haven’t ever flown that airline since, and neither has my sister. It shall remain nameless.
Our bags loaded into the car, he expertly navigated the busy highway and we swooped up and over hills to their house. It had been many years since I’d been there but little had changed. That was comforting.
I was shown to “my” room. It had been my niece’s room until she grew up and left. There were windows around two sides and the ones on the front of the house had a nice view of the lake. Occasionally a float plane took off or landed. There were birds lazily drifting on the air currents and everything was lush and green.
My things were put away and I joined the others in the living room.
My brother-in-law was a concert-level pianist and violinist. There was a collection of violins on top of the grand piano. The smallest one was maybe 2 1/2″ long. The one in the case wasn’t much bigger.
I was pretty tired, so for that day I contented myself with taking pictures out the windows.
This view is looking toward the street from the kitchen window. As I recall, my sister said the beautiful maple tree has been taken out by a bad storm. I hope I’m just imagining things.
The most awe-inspiring sight of all, though, was the lake. With the almost ceiling-to-floor windows to enhance the view, it was gorgeous.
I was fumbling with my pill organizer. I had so much to take, I had a white one for daytime and a blue one for evening. I showed both of them to my brother-in-law. Ever the handy-man, he asked for me to let him have them for a few minutes. No problem. He took them downstairs to his workshop. When he came back up, he had hot-glued them back to back so I’d only have one unit to deal with. They would be much easier to keep track of.
It had been a long day. Our evening meal was a quick one of soup and sandwiches. I felt like I’d been beat with a stick and I was ready to try out the bed in my niece’s ex-bedroom. I took a quick shower to wash off the day’s travels and hit the hay.
Note: If it looks as though this post isn’t numbered correctly, it really is. I found a post the other day that had been mis-categorized so now I have two posts that are both CXII. Somewhere, sometime, I’ll get them all corrected. As for now, this will have to do.