Our day yesterday wasn't too great. With all the strong winds, something blew on our neighborhood transformer, and the power went out. We were "dark" from about 3 p.m. yesterday afternoon until about 5:30 a.m. this morning. There was laundry half-done in the washer and dryer - so I'm having to finish that up today. John was cleaning all the nasty pollen and oak flowers off the deck, and couldn't use the electric blower. He wound up using the hose, and that probably did a better job.
It was good to talk to all of the girls on Mothers' Day.
My complaints about the lack of power sound pretty pitiful, in the face of the cyclone in Burma, the earthquake in China, and the terrible swath of tornadoes and wildfires here at home. Our hearts go out to these people in their distress. I guess, especially the folks in Burma, whose rulers seem to want them to suffer even more, rather than get them some international assistance.
Margaret wrote to tell us "how kind everyone was at the airport Tuesday when we sent Jesse back to NJ. Granted, there weren't many folks at the airport, but the ladies working the counter OFFERED to give us escort passes to go through security and sit with Jesse while he waited for his flight. The lady behind him at the food court had a fit making sure Jesse got served in his turn. A (very young) TSA agent thanked him for his service. When Jesse asked me for a quarter to round out his payment for a soda at the magazine stand, the lady waived it off as a discount. When they lined up to board, they called for active duty military to line up with the "A" group (Jesse was obviously the only one of those on his flight). Pretty cool, huh? Even more cool if you remember the 60s & 70s."
Margaret wrote to tell us "how kind everyone was at the airport Tuesday when we sent Jesse back to NJ. Granted, there weren't many folks at the airport, but the ladies working the counter OFFERED to give us escort passes to go through security and sit with Jesse while he waited for his flight. The lady behind him at the food court had a fit making sure Jesse got served in his turn. A (very young) TSA agent thanked him for his service. When Jesse asked me for a quarter to round out his payment for a soda at the magazine stand, the lady waived it off as a discount. When they lined up to board, they called for active duty military to line up with the "A" group (Jesse was obviously the only one of those on his flight). Pretty cool, huh? Even more cool if you remember the 60s & 70s."
Look at this guy and his mom!
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