So I’m sitting at the gate in Long Beach, CA, about to hop a JetBlue redeye flight back to the right coast. On my drive back to the airport, I spotted one fire out in the hills as I got onto 405 North just after Laguna Canyon. Despite the haze, the soot and the smell, Laguna Beach is a damn nice place to be. Beautiful stuff. Sure, most of it was spent indoors in meetings, but we were able to step outside onto a porch off the meeting room and see nothing but palm trees and the vast, blue Pacific Ocean.
Getting caught up:
On the flight out here, I sat in the last row aisle, which sounds bad, but isn’t. JetBlue’s planes have the most legroom in the back of the plane, so it’s a no brainer for me. I’ll always take space over a quick exit, particularly for a 6 hour flight. Anyway, in the same last row across from me was a woman and her two teen children. When we were all sitting down and strapping ourselves in, I kept hearing small yelps. It sounded like it could have been a kid or a dog. The guy next to me asked me what the noise was and I could only assume it was the teen girl across the way. I thought she must have been developmentally disabled, because the mother kept saying “stop……stop…….don’t do that.” It was only three hours later that I discovered that they actually had a dog in a closed bag! Now, I really thought that this wasn’t allowed. Come to find out you can bring a dog on board with you provided it’s under a certain weight. I still don’t really get it, though. I thought the animal thing was about people with allergies, the potential for a dog getting loose and biting someone, or some other dog-related thing happenning. Yet here’s this little dog, yelping and in a bag. The bag had a fan on the end of it.
Our house odyssey is now over. We’ve successfully accepted an offer on our house and made an offer which was accepted on another house. We’re moving. A mile away. The only thing preventing it at this point would be if something came up during inspection that was a game-breaker and I don’t anticipate that happening. It will be tough to leave a house we put so much into, physically and emotionally, but it will be great to move into a larger place where we will, undoubtedly, create new memories.
I’m still not over missing the New Pornographers show last night in Boston to be here in CA. That hurts.