Three Things that made me happy or made me smile:
My son’s first flight as a “non-unaccompanied minor” went off without a hitch (well, for the most part)… It did for him anyway. I ran into a slight problem at the airport when I went to pick him up, but as far as my son goes, he did just fine…. I’m, needless to say, pretty proud of him for how he did.
One of the ladies at a local store I shop at all the time has returned after being gone for a while I have not totally determined if it was vacation or family emergency (or whatever)…. You kind of get to know the cashiers, etc at the stores you frequent…. I had been wondering where she was at and when she’d be back. This particular lady is deaf (not that should define her), and communicating can be interesting but I still often make it a point to go through her line. I enjo the opportunity to say “Hi, How are you” in sign language and occassionally pick up or re-learn another word or two.
Hard to believe my son is the big 1-6 now… He’ll be starting his Sophmore year of High School and will be going to a new (online) school this year…. Orientation, in fact, is tomorrow morning.
So that’s pretty much what’s made me smile, made me happy, made me proud…. I could maybe come up with more stuff, but I’m having a hard time keeping my eyes open so I can see what I’m typing.
Good Night all and have a wonderful weekend!!!
Well, first off, Good Morning Everyone. Not quite light out yet but here’s a couple photos of the sunrise and sunset I captured yesterday:
Time for Tuesday Chatter (hosted by Eugenia over at Brew N Spew. This week she’s on to the Electric 90’s… By the 90’s I was on my way to college and when it came to music I preferred Country Music and Soft Rock Hits from the 70’s & 80 — I still do. Some of the music into the 90’s and beyond has been okay but I still like the oldies (guess I’m an old fogey/fuddy duddy like that 😜).
So, about my week… I’ll try not to chatter on too much (I tend to get long-winded when I start typing)….
I believe, last week, I mentioned putting my son on an airplane to go visit grandpa; And I believe I said something about it being the first time that he’d be traveling alone as a “regular passenger”. As expected, he did just fine both on the trip there and the trip home.
There was only one minor glitch and it had nothing to do with how well our son did… So Saturday, I arrive at the airport to pick up my son — Actually let me go back a bit to give you a little background info. You see when we were getting the gate pass from the ticket agent so we could accompany our son down to the gate and assure he got on the plane okay, one of the things I had asked about was what we needed to do when it was time to pick up our son on the return trip (what we needed to do to get a gate pass). She tells us that really all we would need is the confirmation of his flight and our I.D…. Ehhhhh Wrong!!!! I get to the ticket counter on Saturday (the day my son arrived home) and the guy behind the counter is telling me he can’t give me a gate pass because I’m not in the reservation notes to be able to meet my son at the gate. So now I have to stop, get out of line, call my father (son’s grandfather) so he can call the reservation line (since he was the one who made the reservations) and add my name so I can pick up my son. Needless to say at this point I’m a bit on the stressed side. Kind of Odd that we had no problems being able to take my son to the gate for his departure, and myfather has no problem meeting our son at the gate on the trip there nor does he have any problem accompanying him to the gate for the flight home, but someow I was having trouble this particular time -Hmmm… I’ve got my suspicions but no way I could ever prove it. Anyway, I get that taken care of and hurry over to the security line. Not really a big deal there, except I was stopped so they could check the buttom of my pant leg. It was really quick and no big deal but my first, initial, thought was “Now What”. Despite everything, I got to the gate in plenty of time to meet my son, who almost walked right passed me, as he got off the plane. I even took this video of the plane coming up to the gate:
A good lesson…. If you are sending your older child (ie: teen) off to travel as a non-unaccompanied minor (which, btw, you can do starting at about age 15… Ohh, and btw, they can also purchase tickets around that age w/o parental approval) make sure your name and the name of whomever is picking them up on the other end is on the reservation notes. Make sure you have all necessary documentation needed and above all double check information you receive, double check that there isn’t anything else needed (don’t trust the ticket agent to give you all the necessary info right up front. Also, make sure you have a contingency plan, for your child and that they understand and are capable of following it — Make sure they know what to do in the event you are unable to meet them at the gate. We had gone over this with our son but I was still a little nerve-wracked about not meeting him since it was his first time flying in the manner.
Going to be a busy morning for me (The Wife). In about 20 minutes I’ll be joining a FB Live show (more accurately, I’ll be joining the chat/comments while watching the FB Live show). After that, It’ll be time for me to kick off a FB Party I’m doing for the day, as well as post to another party I’m doing on Facebook…..Ohhh yeah, and there will probably be some shopping to do sometime today as food supply in the house is a bit on the low side; Though tomorrow is our big shopping day being the 1st Wednesday of the month.
So, I better say Good-bye and sign off so I can get my next cup of coffee… Wishign everyone a beautiful, wonderful, joy-filled, and blessed week.
At first I thought it was spelled something like “Sholo” but, No, it’s Show – Low (damn, I knew I should have grabbed a picture of one of the signs we passed). So how did “Show Low” get its unique name? Well, according to legend, two guys (I believe ranchers – from what my husband was telling me) had decided that there was not enough room in the area (this was before it had become a town) for the two of them. A marathon card game of Show Low was played in order to determine who would have the right to stay and who would have to be heading on their way…
I don’t know much about the game of Show Low, but apparently the goal is to show the lowest cards (thus the name Show Low).
If you go to the Wikipedia site for Show Low, Arizona it tells more about the town and the legend of the name.
We were only in Show Low over night for a wedding. We had arrived the night before, spent most of the next day at the wedding and then left for home shortly after. We didn’t get to see much of Show Low, but what we was pretty nice. I’d have to say that Show Low looked to be a pretty decent size little town.