Happiness is defined in many ways. Last week, I’d have been happy if my luggage arrived in Burlington when I did.
I love to fly. Looking down at the miniature houses, farms, fields and lakes makes me wonder if this is how God sees us from above. Heavenly panoramas, but not so in regards to the airline I flew with. They failed me, again.
My trip to Colorado Springs to see our daughter Carrie Lee and family was great even though I was delayed a day going to Colorado because of the massive snowstorm that hit the country. Understandable. The next day, though, their planes needed unscheduled service, which meant I missed my connecting flight in Chicago. (Don’t they have more than one plane?)
Eventually in Chicago, the agent said the delays were weather-related. Not so, I insisted. Finally the airline representative found the information and said “I only have one room left that we contract for, about 20 miles from here at Best Western.” I had visions of the Bates Motel, but I took it.
The hotel could not have been nicer; all-night restaurant and the friendliest staff I have ever met. The rest of the trip was great, too.
Great memories are made when time is spent with grandchildren. One night we were at Red Robin having supper. Angel, 15, asked her mom for money to have her nails done for the prom. Mom said she’d have to wait a couple of days, to which Angel (typical teenager) said, “But I want to get them done now.”
Putting in my 2 cents, I said, “Angel, you need to go to a third world country; then you’d appreciate what your parents do for you.”
She looked at me with all seriousness and said, “But, Gram, I’ve been to Mississippi.”