Ty came and spent the weekend so Michelle could go to a friend’s wedding shower last night. We had more fun. He is really growing fast! The theme of the weekend was “bubbles.” Unfortunately there are no pictures. I value my camera too much.

Oh, one more thing.  All the FedEx boxes are now accounted for and have either arrived at their correct destinations or are scheduled for delivery next week!

We tend not to be very superstitious here but oh my….  Of the eight boxes I shipped back from Salt Lake City, three seem to be missing from the system.  Here we go again! 

Don called this afternoon from Cumming.  The van had troubles.  That is an understatement.  The bearings and brakes are gone, not to mention something called a spindle that needs to be replaced.  The nice guys at Hamby Auto Repair are going to fix it for only $850.  It should be ready tomorrow afternoon.  Oh my!

As a teenager I flew tens of thousands of miles and around the world four times.  My mother reminds me that I was a nervous wreck.  As an adult I guess I got over the fear because once I got on the plane I was fine.  A big help was a client’s husband who is a pilot.  He explained a lot of stuff to me and let me know when the plane was pitching back and forth they were in the cockpit laughing away.  Every time we hit turbulence I would picture him up there grinning. I also would think of the odds I faced actually getting to the airport alive in Atlanta and the statistics that show it is much safer to fly than drive.

I did absolutely fine with the flight from Denver when we blew out two tires on take-off, even when we saw all the fire trucks and ambulances lined up.  Ok, so maybe I was a bit nervous, but I wasn’t panicked.  The landing was even relatively smooth.  But then came my flight into Salt Lake City last week.  The wind was so bad we had two aborted landings.  The plane was pitching side to side, we were dropping who knows how many feet, and the final landing was far from smooth.  There were two pilots in the seats across the aisle who actually had their hands clenched and heads glued to the window.  That was NOT reassuring. It wasn’t until we were taxiing down the runway that I was able to breath again.  Flying home last night was miserable.  There was only moderate turbulence but it was enough. Last year I would not have blanched but after my most recent flights I was a wreck. 

 Do I have to do this again?  Yeppers!  Hopefully I will have calmed down by then.