Leaving On A Jet Plane

                                                                 I'm leaving on a jet plane
                                                         don't know when I'll be back again. 
                                                                                              (John Denver)

That's true... in the morning... heading to New York to visit my youngest daughter, Susan.

But, unlike John Denver who did not know when he would be back, I know how long I will be away ... one week.

Now, I've flown more times than I care to think about. I've flown cross-country several times and across both oceans... not both at the same time. 😀

But, the older I get the less I like flying!!

Am I being a scaredy cat? MAYBE

I blame it on the hectic pace of flying now. My inability to scoot from one gate to another in five minutes!

They lose your luggage, feed you 'squirrel food'.

There's no leg room, you are crammed into that plane like a bunch of sardines in a tin can!

And, don't forget the baby that cries non-stop. Poor thing. I feel for it but I've already put in YEARS of crying babies.

So, what do my daughters do? 

They decide that the daughter (Shirley) who lives near me will fly up with me. Help her "poor old aged Mother" maneuver the obstacle courses. Ha ha

Oh, don't get me wrong. I love that they do that but I just think it's funny. I love it when they get so protective... well, most of the time anyway.

I won't have my laptop with me so I will be absent for a week. Will have pictures and stories to tell when I get back. 

Bon Appetit     oh heck that's have a good meal

Au Revoir!  (Goodbye)