Blind Prophecy

I made it home. I’m back in SLC for the first time since moving in June. The little changes are surprising. The house across the street was torn down and the church across from my parent’s home is undergoing rennovations.

So, I got to the airport 2 1/2 hours before my flight. While the lines were long and took a while, I also managed to make it to my terminal with a full 45 minutes before boarding, so I had a relaxing breakfast and coffee. I had little sympathy for the people who showed up at the airport only half an hour before their flight and then got grumpy and panicy about the lines. The other thing that annoyed me, those people who obviously never travel outside the holidays. Scattered cries of “I can’t take mouthwash on the plane?!?” at the security checkpoint were amusing and made me wonder what hole these people have been living under for the last 6 months that they didn’t know this.

Another amusing travel note, when the pilot announced that the first flight I was on would stop in Reno before continuing on to Boise, the gal sitting behind me suddenly said in a near-hysterical voice “But I thought you had to be 21 to go to Reno!” Yeah, they actually have an age limit on entering the city, that’s why no one lives there, because they wouldn’t be able to have children.

The flight attendant on my first flight also kept saying, “thank you for flying with us on this Friday before the holiday season.” He must have said it 4 times. On the way off the plane, I tapped him on the shoulder and offered a piece of advice: “Channukah started several days ago and the Winter Solstice or Yule was yesterday, this isn’t the Friday before the ‘holiday season,’ and you might consider another phrase.” The guy stammered and apologized if he’d offended me. I assured him that I wasn’t offended, but told him to think about what it means to say “holiday season” instead of just using it as a synonym for Christmas.

Anyway, aside from the crowds and a few amusing moments, the trip was smooth. On time flights, my luggage arrived on schedule, and I even slept on both legs of my journey. It was snowing when I arived in Utah, so I got my White Christmas after all.

I’ve spent the day catching up with my siblings and playing with Callie and Craig. Callie is wearing a special little outfit picked out just for me. It’s her “save the cheerleader, save the world” outfit, according to Jessi (and the effect is even better when she claps her hands in delight or does trick acrobatics to roll over on the floor). Later tonight we’ll do some gift exchange since Jessi, Rob and the little ones are headed to Idaho to visit Rob’s family tomorrow morning.

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