Well, actually, there was only one other person in the regular line. But not having to take off my shoes, or take my computer out, or my toothpaste was nice. We didn't even have to put our hands over our heads, just through the old security walk through.
And it made me think how when the pain is reduced, it feels good, even if it is still a pain. There was a time when your friends and family could walk you to the gate or wait for you there as you got off the plane.
Back in those days, they fed you on the plane and there was leg room. BUT, and a big BUT, people could smoke on the plane. So awful. Even when the put the smokers in the back it was still awful.
We checked in four pieces today. Part of the clutter war - taking our daughter's old things still stored in our garage. Mostly books. And some baby stuff from friends who's kids are a little older.
Our houseguest has gotten comfortable in the house. What a pleasure to have him. When he's home for dinner, he won't let us clear the table or wash the dishes. Sometimes I actually like to do those kinds of mindless tasks, but I can get used to this.
We'll see our daughter and granddaughter and the guys in a few hours. So I better post this. Enjoy the weekend. It's warmed back up into the twenties here in Anchorage and it's mostly cloudy, but I can see blue and it's not raining or snowing.