Last time we went on a trip, I wrote a (nice) little feature story on the pat-down. This time we made it through the security lines with no weirdness, for which I am very grateful. We visited Southern Cal this past week and got to catch up with Doug’s sister and her family. It was delightful, and though everyone kept apologizing for the chilly weather (68 degrees), we felt we had fast-forwarded into springtime. Flowers in bloom for real!
One highlight was visiting the Huntington Library, a place that has been on my hope-to-get-to-visit list for some time. And there it was in plain sight: a first-edition (the Ellesmere manuscript) of Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales. (I was so wishing I could reach through the glass and get a peek at some of the other pages.) Next was a Gutenberg Bible (which was purchased for $50,000 by Mr. Huntington back in the day). What a chunk of history just sitting there there. I don’t know what motivated Mr. Huntington to collect all this stuff for posterity, but I’m very grateful that he (and others like him) went to the trouble. And the gardens! Wisteria in full bloom. What more can I say?
Next we made the trek through the (never-ending) metropolis down to Redondo Beach for a marriage conference. We stayed in a beautiful hotel, right on the water, and we watched the seals cavorting about a hundred yards off our porch. Turns out it is the same spot where a bunch of little fish got trapped the week before and all died off suddenly. We missed the mess and enjoyed the cleaned up view of the bay. And it was a pleasure to connect with the saints there and see the work God is doing in their church community. Doug spoke on different aspects of marriage, cramming quite a bit of material into a fairly short time.
And then the flight home. That is when the trouble started. We usually travel in the morning, but this was an evening flight out of L.A. First flight was late, but we made it to San Fran with about ten minutes to get to our gate. But, no worries, the flight had been canceled. By this time it was 9:30 p.m. We re-booked to Seattle for a flight leaving at 10:30. However, it was delayed until about 12:30, and we arrived in Seattle at 3 a.m. Did I mention that I could hardly see straight by then? The airline gave us a voucher for a hotel, but our connection to Spokane was leaving at 7 a.m. (Can you imagine dashing off from the airport, grabbing the shuttle to the hotel, checking in, crashing for an hour, getting up, grabbing the shuttle, going though security, etc? We would have to be nuts!) So we found some “cozy” corners in the Seattle airport and dozed off and on until we got out to Spokane, arriving at 8 or so, without our luggage. But we drove home Sunday morning, arriving around 11, and went straight to bed. I can’t begin to describe the gratitude I feel for my bed. If I was a poet, I would write a sonnet to that bed! And another one to my pillow.
Home sweet, sweet home again! And even if I am still a little bleary-eyed, I’m catching up. It’s a privilege to travel, and a little sleep deprivation is good for the soul.