Air Travel

I'm posting this from my spot in 19D and I have a funny feeling it will come out as more of a rant than a blog post.

I am having a bad day.

First, a good friend of mine, with whom I have nothing in common, is leaving my everyday life. I got to hug him for about five seconds and never got to have a real conversation with him and I know I will miss him. I wanted to say, Honey, I love you and I will miss you, and I want nothing but the best for you. But, of course, you don't say that at work.

Second, work is over. There is simply no way that I can see that staying there is a viable option for someone in my spot in life.

Third, I just put down one of my elderly cats and the other is the same age. And I'm trying to blend her into a new family. She's ... doing ok.

Fourth, I just moved in with my boyfriend, bk, and I have six years of inattention to address. We need organization!

Fifth, I got an inquiry today to see if I am interested in leasing my house in Richmond (and the answer is YES). So, I now have this new future to consider: Income property? Remember, I practically own it.

Sixth, Air Travel sucks. There were three open seats in First and I was on the stand-by list in 4th. Also, my first flight of the day, a commuter flight, had a cool 4-ft drop followed by the pilot doing this unusual weebles-wobble-but-they-don't-fall-down kind of wavery wing thing, so that flight attendant gave me tissues (of her own volition) and the flight attendant on this flight attendant kept saying (in view of all the other passengers near 19D) "Are you ok?"

Seventh, I need to get a new job. I love what I do. I love the people I work with. I can't stay there. And all of the jobs I am best suited for involve travel. See Sixth.

Eighth, I am sick. I have allergies that are causing me to time my doses of Mucinex (WHAT team came up with that name? That's a totally different blog post) and Benadryl.

Ninth, some idiot passenger just spilled coffee down my arm. If I had a camera you would be shocked. Half a fricking cup of liquid poured down my sleeve. WTF?

Tenth, I gave my friend a travel mojo when he left/I left. Did I give him my travel mojo? Was it worth it?

Eleventh, well, yes, probably, yes, it was.

Denver

Denver
Originally uploaded by CharmedLife

I was in Denver late last month and went geocaching. This spot was my second find. Let me just say that urban caching is for the birds.

Henry Aaron Jones, 1993 - 2009

Henry passed away this morning under the very best and most peaceful of circumstances.

She will be missed for her quick temper, her inability to hold a grudge, her joy in playing with puffballs, her beautiful green eyes, and her ability to make six pounds sound like sixty coming down the stairs.

She loved being brushed and had a tendency to sit at the utmost edge of the countertop. It's there we will miss seeing her the most.

Keeneland!

bk and I are off to Keeneland on Friday. We've got friends who made reservations in the Equestrian Room so we'll have the best of both worlds in that we can wear comfy clothes ("Denim is permitted"), and we're right on the finish line sitting down.

I might even have a cocktail!

p.s. Old broads need to stick together so my money is on 5-year old Candy Cane in the 9th.