Heading home

Another beautiful day. You would never know there was a storm anywhere close yesterday. I'm still mulling over my land options and drove back up to the lot and looked at others that were for sale and got ten phone numbers for similar lots. Most of these do not show up on the internet MLS pages since they are offered by private parties or smaller agents. While I was driving around I found a house that is on one of the side streets. I didn't think anyone had built up there yet -- but this looked like it was a couple years old. I still like the lot I picked out.



It is time to go home. I got the car returned and got to the airport in plenty of time. I've been timing my driving to see how long it takes to get around in the city. It is about a half hour from Bernalillo to the airport (at noon). Traffic at 5:30 to 6:30 PM is pretty heavy on the interstate so it would take much longer then. There are 19 Albuquerque exits on I-25 and the airport is on the far side of town.


The flight from Albuquerque to Denver was rough. Big storms had flared up over the mountains so we had to climb up to over 34,000 feet really fast and by then we were halfway to Denver so we had to pick our way through the storms and get back down. It is only an hour flight so even in calm weather the cabin crew has to hustle to get everyone their freebee sodas and peanuts but these people were in a frenzy because the pilot kept making them sit down.

The four hour layover in Denver was uneventful so I began making random phone calls to people. I also watched the people in the airport. Back in Beaver Cleaver's day people got dressed up to go on an airplane trip. Not now. One guy was travelling in a tee shirt and pajama pants. Being a Saturday in the summer there were lots of families with little kids. The kids had Mickey Mouse ears or the Sorcerer's Apprentice hats. A lot of little kids were on leashes so they don't wander away. I guess that's OK but I don't think I could ever have put Jill on a leash. It just seems a little dehumanizing to me.

Oh -- and the Boy Scouts were everywhere. I guess it is the Philmont scout camp trip that they were on...either coming or going. There were a few going through security at Albuquerque when I did (heading home from Philmont) and the leaders were having to keep them all together and wait for the poor kid with too much stuff or too many medals. Actually the kids looked pretty sharp: the leaders looked like they were beat.

We were delayed 20 minutes leaving Denver but we still got to St. Louis 20 minutes early so the pilot must have found a short cut somehow. It was midnight when I got to the motel. The Watoto Children's Choir bus is on the lot so this might be interesting.

Enough for now. I'll be home tomorrow night (Sunday) and I wonder how tall the grass is.