So … on Friday I wrote about how I was looking forward to Hubbs coming home on Saturday morning. Well, let’s just say that things didn’t go exactly as planned.
the best laid plans … google.images
His saga started when the taxi didn’t show up at the hotel … at 4:30 a.m. A last minute ride got them to the airport in time for the 7:00 a.m. flight to Atlanta. Where he soon found most flights to MI — xlld.
To put it mildly, he was “fit to be tied.” The travel agency … useless. The airline … nonchalant.
Surrounded by other stranded and road-weary passengers, he did the only thing he could think of …he quietly approached a gate agent and stayed calm. Eventually, the agent found Hubbs a flight to Detroit with a possible connection to Grand Rapids. But no guarantees and no promises.
He fell asleep before take-off and found himself landing in Winter Storm Maximus (and when did we start naming storms, anyways?)
he landed in the pink
Not to be deterred, he grabbed a rental car with the warning that road conditions were extremely dicey, with many cars in the ditch… and made the 3 hour drive in 6. He’s pretty sure his finger nails are still in the steering wheel of that Chrysler.
Returning the car, he retrieved his SUV and pulled into our garage around 9:00 p.m., 10 hours past his expected arrival time. He looked dreadful, was shaking cold, pale, hungry and stressed. But, he was home.
A few servings of Poor Man’s Chop Suey, a shower, a chat and .. off to bed.
Today, the ole boy has a skip in his step. It’s Super Bowl Sunday and friends are joining us later to watch the game. We’ll enjoy wings and snacks, subs and soup and Game Day brownies.
We both took tomorrow off so today really feels like a Saturday. A Saturday with a warm house, a happy wife, a contented hubby and gratitude. Lots of gratitude.
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What are you thankful for today?
