Category: Jack

I woke up in the darkness and thought immediately that it must be time to get up and go. Looking at the clock, I silently groaned! 12:30 AM! So, I moved a dackel, turned over and went back to sleep, waking only a few more times before our 5 AM alarm.

The coffee was ready and I put two frozen sandwiches in the microwave to heat, then carefully wrapped them to take in the car. We were out the door by 5:30 and I felt like we were doing extremely well. That was until the rain began to fall, and the traffic became gridlocked!

As we neared Boston, the rain only seemed to increase and the traffic got heavier, and our moods began to plummet. We attempted to take the back way into the airport and all we ended up seeing were likely scenes from the movie “The Town” as we worked our way through Charlestown! Only, there was no handsome Ben Affleck standing on a corner, just a lot of wet, exhausted workers trying to get to their jobs.

We decided to park in the Economy lot, which meant that we ended up backtracking several miles only to be parked back in Charlestown! We grabbed our suitcases, and made our way through the puddles to the shuttle bus for our ride back to the airport.

Okay, we made it in time, just a tiny bit late. We checked in, and proceeded to security, where I zipped through, as I have learned all about 3 ounce bottles, and computers in their own basket and, oh yes, my shoes came off as well. But I was easy!

Hubby, on the other hand, was given the full treatment. You see, my bionic man sets off all the bells and whistles at the airport with his titanium knees!

I stood there waiting, while the nice young man felt my husband in places I haven’t touched since our honeymoon!

Eventually they allowed him to dress again and we proceeded to our gate. All appeared to be going well, until we heard those fateful words, “I’m sorry Ladies and Gentlemen, our flight has been delayed until 11:30 due to a mechanical problem.”

At first it appeared we would be alright. We could still make our connection in Atlanta, even with this delay. However, a short time later they announced the flight would be delayed indefinitely, then posted a 5 PM departure time, and then finally canceled the flight!

I looked at Hubby and frowned. What would we do?

End of part one.

This always happens. I am preparing to pack for a trip for Hubby and myself. I always have packed for him, and so I feel responsible for his cases being packed correctly.

At dinner tonight he mentioned the photo album that he put together of his days in Vietnam, the faces and places that he had known. As hubby was there in the early days of the Vietnam war, the pictures are mostly of the places he saw and the men he served with. It’s a great album.

My problem? I cannot find the bloody thing! I have looked in almost every nook and cranny in our house and discovered that besides my house needing a drastic cleaning, I cannot find this album!

So where is it? We bring it to each reunion that we go to, but we have not been in a while. I have stored the album at the base of the stairs in our house for years. So, why isn’t it there now?

It’s driving me slightly insane and I keep getting up and walking around looking for this album, like it will instantly appear. As you can guess, it hasn’t.

A few minutes ago, while I was sitting here trying to relax, I started thinking. When had we seen this last? What were we doing? In the last year was there a time we had it out?

I got up. I walked through the house again, and then something began pulling me to a cupboard in our family room. I opened the doors (I had been there before too) and looked and my eyes caught the corner of the album!

THERE IT WAS!!!!!

So I can sleep in peace tonight, with no worries about the album and best of all…I found my black sandals, which I will now wear with my black and magenta skirt!

All’s well that ends well!

On Saturday, while trying to find owners of lost dogs, bake endless batches of zucchini bread and put together a homemade spaghetti sauce, I was confronted with an urgent problem.

Hubby was on the phone calling the Police about the lost dog, when he bumped his wine glass. As if in slow motion, I watched it fall, spilling the contents of his glass right onto the top of his laptop computer!

I ran around the breakfast bar and grabbed the laptop turning it immediately upside down, pulling out the cord, and pressing the power button, in what seemed like one motion! I stood there holding the laptop in this odd manner until I could decide what to do with it.

I propped the machine upside down and used a pot to balance it on so the keyboard stayed parallel to the counter top while it either dried or died.

It was dry in the house, and cool as well. We left the laptop like that for several hours before Hubby turned it on. Presto! It worked just fine. Apparently Dell computers like a little red wine now and then. Who knew?

The only long term casualty was Hubby’s cordless mouse. When I grabbed the machine to save it from being soaked by the wine, I damaged the receiver. More like ripped that little sucker out of the machine and tore it almost in half!

So today Hubby and I drove down to Wal-Mart to pick up a new mouse for him. He got exactly the same mouse that he had before as he really liked it.

We also bought 2 lobsters for dinner as the local Market is having a big sale this week.

So one big disaster was averted, even though another smaller one happened. I look at it  this way,  I would rather spend twenty dollars on a new mouse, than a thousand on a new computer!