This blog is in danger of lightening up these next few weeks. I get to be doing some travel, which I love. And the first trip is with my Daughter to London - which I also love. (The daughter! ~ well, London too)
Living in different towns I am trying to help her pack and get excited. Today it went something like this:
I Started by posting the 10 day weather forecast, which might be a bit better than I'd lead her to believe it would be.
Claira: ... He says after I had finished packing for colder weather. What time is the flight scheduled to land?
Dad: 7:10 in the morning. Pretty early. Or late for us. That's Wednesday morning.
Claira: Okay, sounds good. So I'm pretty much just skipping Tuesday? Okay...
Dad: I'm guessing you'd rather skip today. Aren't you supposed to be studying for a Math test? But yes, you will get up early Tuesday due to the excitement of the pending trip and all you'll do and see. Then, you'll roll up to the airport at 10 am, hang around in a few lines, maybe buy something because there is nothing else to do... wait till the plane doors open. Get on the plane, watch a movie, or two, or three. Have a meal, or two, plus snacks. It all sounds pretty good, and then you'll start getting tired, begin to drift off, when... wait a minute, the lights suddenly come on! But that's ok, they have little tiny weenie plastic hot towels that are so hot the flight attendants have to hand them to you with tongs, but lose all their heat between their tray and your face. And what - they are giving us breakfast? Then... seat belts, trays in upright positions... bump, we landed, and "Welcome to London Heathrow Airport where the time is 7.10 in the morning"!
No dear Claira, you don't get to skip Tuesday, you'll have every minute of it sitting around in some various, slightly cramped, posture. What you will be skipping, is Tuesday night!!!!!!
Oh this is going to be so much fun! But think of poor Claira - in for some overdose of the Daddy travel wisdom.