The flight(s) yesterday were, well, longish. We left Oakland Airport at 10 minutes to 9am. We got seats a little early; Geordie paid a bit extra for the early boarding so we could get seats in the Exit row. Really, we wanted the extra leg-room. The only thing is, in exchange for the extra leg-room, you have to agree (out loud and verbally) that you are willing to open the emergency exit in case of emergency. The door has a little pull-tab, weighs only 50 pounds and, well, I'd love to be first out of the plane in an emergency, why yes, thank you. So we agreed and relaxed into our lovely seats. Merrie sat in the row in front of us so she got a window seat of her very own.

The first leg of the trip was to Burbank; about an hour's flight. In Burbank, we picked up a kid who looked about 18 to me. He sat next to Geordie, and when the flight attendant asked him if he was willing to open the emergency door in case of emergency, he stared at her, his face a study in horrified confusion. The area of the plane we were sitting in started to quiet down. The flight attendant explained that sitting in this row meant he'd need to open the door. His response?

"Um, that sounds really intimidating."

The nearest eight or so rows all fell silent. The flight attendant didn't miss a beat, though; all she said was, "I'll have to ask you to find another seat then."

The kid ended up spending the trip sitting on the aisle end of Merrie's row. When there was a tiny bump of turbulence, he turned to her and asked, "Will this make the plane fall out of the sky?" She reassured him that we were, in fact, perfectly safe. It's just a bus. (In the air, of course, but a bus.)

He got off in Phoenix, and we flew the rest of the way to Manchester, NH. We landed, about half an hour late, at 8:30ish. Picking up the car took a few seconds: read the sign for our name, find the car, delight in getting one we haven't tried before and are interested in trying, toss our stuff in, flee the airport.

Dinner out with family and friends, then pretty much to bed.

We slept in until 9 or just a bit after, then trundled downstairs to hang out. Geordie has some work to do (still!), so he poked around on his computer for a while. At about 11 or so we went out to breakfast, discovered our regular yarn store is closed on Sundays, drove to a pretty gorge (Quechee Gorge), then poked about in Woodstock. There was a store selling antique lace and other fiber stuff that had the most amazing things. Really beautiful old quilts and bunches of lace collars and old hats and antique clothes... I got 11 pieces of pretty antique lace, much of it clearly handmade, for ten bucks!

We ate tasty ice cream, stopped into the local yarn store, then to a cool pet store in ... Lebanon. We got separated from our friends, so we drove to Manchester to get me a robe, then met up with our friends again for Japanese food (delicious!) for dinner.

Now we're home, comfy on recliner seats, and computing. They have four recliner chairs and two recliner loveseats. It's incredibly relaxing and luxurious.

I'm going to go back to knitting now. I'll talk to you later. I hope you have all had a good weekend.

SongBird