vakkotaur

Monday morning was spent packing. Jay and I packed up our stuff. Ezra and Nancy and I went through the fridge and decided what was to be saved for Nancy's cats, what was outright trash, and what was to packed so that verypinkygirl's family could make use of it. Also, Phar got a bit of help packing as verypinkygirl wasn't feeling well enough to walk.

I called Jay in to have a look at her foot/ankle/leg and after a quick examination with a couple questions he figured it was likely a sprain, but he couldn't determine that for absolute sure. While he was a paramedic, he isn't a doctor, and a few taps and squeezes do not do what an MRI does.

When the packing was done or nearly so, the loading of Ezra's car began. This threatened to become an exercise in theoretical geometry as more and more stuff was stuffed in. It got the point where Jay and I had to leave to make our flight in a reasonable time, and so goodbyes were said. I had offered to (help) assist verypinkygirl out of the room, but she decided she'd minimize movement and for that she cannot be blamed.

The trip to the airport was nicely uneventful, but there were a couple things at the airport that are memorable. One was that the metal detector went off as Jay went through it. Considering the only metal he had on him was in his glasses, that stunned everyone, even the TSA folks. That sort of thing could make a person wonder if it's set to go off randomly. A second pass was silent. And the detector remained silent as I passed through, fully expecting my belt buckle to trigger the thing.

The second item was at the gate when they called for Jay. His frequent flier status got us an upgrade to first class. I'd only ever flown coach before, and it was a new experience for me. The wide seats weren't that big a deal to me, considering how pleasant the surprise of fitting fairly well in coash seats had been. The early boarding, seats well up front which means early disembarking, the level of service (water before take-off, being offered stuff a couple times in flight, water being offered later in the flight), it all could be quite easy to get used to.

Back in the Twin Cities, arrangements had been made to meet a friend of Jay's at Lindey's. Unfortunately Lindey's was closed and none of us knew a reasonable substitute in the area. We would up back across the cities again to a Mongolian Barbecue place and spent a chunk of time there. Eventually Jay's friend went his way, and Jay and I both drove home. We got back late enough that neither of us bothered to turn on a computer. We unpacked, at least somewhat, and called it a night.