Hi, everyone. Guess where I am? Not sitting next to Lake Superior. Not in the Midwest anymore. Instead, I am sitting here in the Los Angeles International Airport sipping a glass of Pinot Grigio and waiting for a garlic chicken pizza. Hopefully the glass of wine won’t interfere with writing a blog too much. If it does…well, you can just chock it up to vacation mode. You see, I have four hours until my plane takes off. And it’s been hours and hours since I left Marquette. And no one is answering my phone calls. So it’s time to upload photos and babble away to any readers who might stop by.
OK. let’s go backwards. You won’t believe what I did last night! (Well, you will if you’re a family member and have seen this predictable behavior for years.) I was sitting home when the crazy restlessness struck and I said to Barry, “I have been thinking about driving down to Marquette and spending the night in the motel…”) Well of course he grinned because he was expecting this and said, “I was wondering when this would happen. Of course you’re going.” (Aren’t I lucky to have a traveling-supporting husband?) So off I went to the motel. Stopped at Starbucks for a while. Then enjoyed a good night of sleep.
This morning I yawned and woke up and drove down by the Big Lake Superior in Marquette and snapped photos. The sunlight looked stunning. It was freezing cold outside. The wind blew just wretched and icy from the north. I hoped the plane would be able to take off. Ate breakfast at Sweetwater Cafe, one of the fave spots in Marquette! Of course had to eat the Arame Spuds Platter. Yum! You all know that arame is a seaweed, right? But it’s a good seaweed. Not an overpowering seaweed. The whole dish tastes so good you think you’re in heaven. Honestly. Then, a quick drive to the airport.
Past Marquette Mountain. I left the car to photograph the remaining snow–just for you. Just for anyone who wants to still view snow. The plane went skyward at 10:30 a.m. I ended up sitting next to the cousin of one of Kiah’s friends’ mother. Got that? OK, let’s backtrack. She has two friends who are twins. Their mom is cousin to this woman. It amazes me that you can live in a small town forever and not know everyone. She lives just across the bay in Baraga. We chatted most of the way to Detroit. Which is unusual. Usually I get really quiet and non-communicative on planes. Don’t really know why.
Now I’m sitting in “Malibu Al’s” at the LA Airport. Still three hours to go. Might be necessary to buy a book. I have bought this 24-hour Internet pass so maybe will just stare at the computer for a while waiting to see if anyone writes back. Or reach my son in San Diego. We’re hoping to chat. P.S. You wouldn’t believe all the airlines they have here. China, Singapore, Japan…I counted more airlines than I’ve glimpsed in a few years! And the tangle of highways as we landed…it looked like…well, all I can say is that we’re not in the Midwest any more, Toto. 🙂