2008 Cody Migration

I got home Friday evening at about 10:00. My day had been understandably hectic, what with closing up the house, a worrisome trip to Fresno and plane travel to Cody. Special note to anyone who may be fuzzy on the proper use of the oil gage: If it does ANYTHING FUNNY, ANYTHING AT ALL, PULL OVER AND DEAL WITH IT. As a post script to the oil episode, it's entirely possible that my jeep will be summering at Blackstone Tire.

Kristi Lawrence shuttled me to the airport in time for me to wait an extra 30 minutes as the plane was inspected for bird-collision-damage. That was unfortunate because I only had a 30 min. layover between flights. The people at the Fresno airport wanted me to reschedule for the next day and spend the night in Fresno, just in case. (Oh yeah, like I'm going to do that.)

When we were finally airborne, a few of the people seated near me had heard that I needed to hurry if I was going to make my next flight. The guy in front of me offered to block the rest of the passengers while I jogged for the door. (It worked.) As I rushed off, one man said, "Go right, then right again." That was all I needed to find the terminal at which my next flight was boarding. An airport employee said, "Gate 73," to my question as I sprinted past. I flashed the gate attendant my ticket and, as I rushed onto the tarmac, he yelled after me which plane was going to Cody.

I made it. I was happy. And, as I put my carry-on in the overhead, I spotted our Cody friend, Steve Danforth. We spent a very nice hour and three quarters visiting as we flew to Cody. Being a professional pilot himself, he explained to me why our landing was a little more bumpy than necessary. It had to do with something in the tail asslembly, with which he was personally familiar.

BAUER GUYS TAKE NOTE: When I got home, your father had my favorite night gown ready for me and served me a bowl of ice cream with my favorite topping. He had also cleaned the house top to bottom, the jacuzzi was ready for me and all my favorite foods were stocked so I could cook to both of our hearts' delight.

Wow! Way to treat a wife! Sometimes I think he treats me better than I treat him. Of course now, four days later, things are back to normal.