As I type this, Mom and Dad are approximately 38,000 feet above the earth, heading southwest from somewhere near Prince Edward Island/Nova Scotia towards Washington, D.C. Their airspeed is about 529 miles per hour and their flight is scheduled to land right on time, barring delays.
I love these online flight trackers. It's fun to keep track of the little airplane icon as it gets nearer and nearer its destination, knowing that that little icon represents a real Boeing 777 bearing your loved ones. After two-and-a-half weeks of fun and adventure in Europe, my parents are a little closer to being back on U.S. soil, where they feel most at home.
Of course, the stop in D.C. is just one part. After the 10-hour flight from Rome, they get an hour or two of being on land before boarding another flight--this one the five-and-a-half-hour "jaunt" from D.C. to San Francisco. I wish they were flying into Sacramento, as it would make the bus ride home from the airport so much shorter, but alas, they are not. So a two-hour ride on the charter bus will greet them when they land in our lovely state tonight. They won't get back to Lincoln until 11:00 PM, at the very earliest. But they can count on one thing--when they do arrive, their awesome daughter will be there, waiting. They'll come home to a clean house and two very disgruntled felines ("Where the hell have you been?! We're ignoring you 'til you apologize!!").
Yesterday I ran to the grocery store, after cleaning this house from one end to the other. I took Dad's car, because he asked me via cell phone on Friday to make sure it would still start. It did, and I figured I may as well just drive it to Raley's. I stocked up on blueberries and bananas and other things Mom and Dad like to have on hand.
See? I'm such an awesome daughter.
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