And that New Bern Airport, closing security 30 minutes early. And as luck has it I was pulled aside for a security check. Oh heck, I forgot to pull my liquids out of the bag, but the good news was I had TSA pre check and did not have to take off my shoes. (Did I have my shoes?????) And off to Charlotte, and with my new credit cards, I had privileges at THE ADMIRALS CLUB. Honestly, I looked like a bag lady, but what the heck, I did not know anyone, although they always ask for my ID.
I had to fly to Fort Worth and then to San Diego. I think it took me 16 hours and by now I did look like a haggered bag lady, so you can imagine what they thought when I arrived at "Torrey Pines Hilton.
DO YOU, do YOU have a reservation and I did with my points, This is quite the place and it was so cold, so the "sausage" pants and rescued coat became the dress of the day and the next day and the next day. Well, they know who I was and everyone called me by name, maybe they discussed my "uniform"
What the heck, I was there to see my niece and her husband, Alan. Alan is a NEW professor in research in San Diego State University.
Amy came and got me on Thanksgiving morning and we were going on a walk, while Alan prepared the traditional Thanksgiving dinner.
Now my niece Amie has an issue with time and distance. The walk was on Cowell's mountain. As she parked the car, I looked up and saw little tiny people way up on this so called mountain. "Are we going up there?????" Oh NO Aunt Jeanne, that is another trail, we are going on the other trail. About one hour later, we had gone up and then down and up again, and now we were the little tiny people. The water bottle we had taken was almost gone and it was hot, really hot, about a 25 degrees warmer. There was no where to sit and there was NO shade and to top it off, a swarm of bees came over the top of the mountain. Now, if think I was tired, you should have seen me run. That was all I needed to get bee stings before the adventure had really started.
We made out OK and the going down was for the better.
Alan is quite the chef and what a spread and everything was homemade, even the yeast rolls.
After several cinnamon Blue Moons, I was ready to return to Torrey Pines. They hardly knew who I was in the short sausage pants and that yellow top that all of you know so well.........
A hot shower, totally filled to the "gills" NO ONE had to rock me asleep
