Wishy Washy Plans

We had plans for this last week.  However, we should know by now that not all plans work out like we think they will.  Our plans started with catching a flight from Portland to Phoenix.  That worked out just fine.  We both ended up with first class seats.  We’d much rather be in “first class” than “last class”.   You get better seats and still get fed in first class.  We know with rule changes coming in June grabbing a seat up front will become very difficult if not, impossible.  Our thought is to enjoy it when we can and we did – both ways. 

   Take off from Portland airport

The sky was clear and we were rewarded with gorgeous views of Mt. Hood and the surrounding mountains.

 

We also got a peak at the Grand Canyon as we got closer to our destination.  

Grand Canyon 

       

There wasn’t much left in the day when we arrived in Phoenix.  The day was almost over and it gets dark earlier there than the Pacific NW.  Thus, we waited until Tuesday morning before we rushed over to Terry’s mom place.   We had promised we’d take her to the casino and then barbecue at  Can’t Stop Smokin’ BBQ in Chandler.  She loves that place and so do we.   However, from then the day started going downhill.

Terry’s brother was also visiting from Virginia and had spent most of the previous day at Urgent Care with her and her very swollen hand.  Tuesday afternoon we were back at her doctor’s office and then the emergency room where she was admitted to the hospital.  The diagnosis at that time was a fast spreading cellulitis and there was fear of it moving to the bone.   Surgery was first scheduled that night and then it was changed and changed again.  Finally at 8 PM Wednesday she was wheeled into surgery. 

Spending several days at the hospital can get very tiring.  It’s amazing all the people watching you can do in the waiting rooms.  It was entertaining for sure.  If you find yourself bored one night, stop by any big city hospital waiting room.  You’ll certainly find it interesting.  

I ended up catching a flight back to Portland on Thursday.  Terry and his brother hung around for another day.  Originally we had planned on hopping a flight to Ohio and the Amish country.   Like I said, plans don’t always work out. Wishy washy plans are the reason we write things in easy to erase chalk. 

Remember the compromised credit card I had in March?  Well, the bank has really outdone itself this time.  I’ve had four different card numbers issued to me since that time as they try to correct the one erroneous charge to my account.  I wish they’d get it right !

Not sure what’s on our calendar next.  We haven’t had time to think about it yet. So, for the moment we're back feeding the deer, birds and feral cats.

‘Tis life on the road.