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New York, New York!!

Dang, I had typed quite a bit as we were climbing into the skies but forgot to save it. 

Oh well, we had an early take off, very smooth and we are now above the clouds. My tummy is rumbling--hungry! Looks like something is coming around soon though, the air hostess is busy in the kitchen. 

It is a short flight to Dallas, a little under two hours. I woke up with a start when the alarm buzzed at 3:30 this morning and, trembling from the sudden change from sleep to waking, tossed on my clothes, washed and creamed my face, made sure I picked everything up (still wondering if I got everything from the bathroom, will find out tonight I guess) and we were down at the lobby at 3:55.

There was no one at the desk so we were jittery until the shuttle turned up at 4:10. We shouldn’t have worried though, there was no problem with curb check in, security was easy as anything and I even managed to do a 15 minute power walk before we boarded the plane. 

I am so thankful for all of this, the safe journey thus far and our forthcoming wonderful trip. Thankful for Melba’s legacy, thankful that the health episode I had in March wasn’t serious, just thankful for so very much. 

Yep, they have just served yogurt and granola and a kind of fig bar. That should get me through for awhile :)

The people sitting behind me were worried that their standard poodle was loaded--the co-pilot came back to assure them that he was. Very nice of him. I guess they load animals last which is good. 


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I enjoyed the movie Green Book very much. I am glad Kathleen recommended it.

As I write this though, the second part of the flight from Dallas has been terrifying, lots of turbulence. But we have started our descent into New York so maybe we aren’t crashing 😬 At least I hope not but we seem to be descending very quickly. Oh whew, we seem to have slowed a bit, I can put my feet down a bit flatter (my toes curl when I am afraid in a flight.)

Quick friendships at airports. Waiting for a bagel and “shmear” I chatted with a young couple who were going to Maui for their fifth anniversary. First time leaving their little one with Grandma, I reassured them she would be fine. We exchanged flight stories--how small our plane aisles had been, and they told me of a woman in “glittery gold pants” who, as soon as their plane from New Orleans to Dallas had landed, went up the aisle and sat in the flight attendant’s seat and had to be shooed back to her seat. 

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