The Morning After

I am finally here. got in last night at 12:30 or so, got back to Weeki Wachee at about 1:30. the humidity hit as soon as I disembarked. Not bad though. Didn’t sleep well, not sure why, woke up every 30 minutes. I will live, I think there’s a nap in my future. It’s sunny this morning, about 86 degrees with 41% humidity. The air embraces me when I step onto the patio. There was giant grasshopper on the screen to greet me. Now I know why people can eat as a protein supplement. This was big enough to carry off a small animal! My friend, whom we shall call D has a beautiful red mandevilla growing in a pot. I bought one just like it last Friday at Haase Greenhouse. Nice to know what it will look like when it grows up.Image

The Tomato Lady Goes on Vacation

I am on vacation now after a grueling tomato season. I am going to share it with people who read my blog. Mostly because I don’t want to start a new one! BTW we still have more tomatoes to sell at home. My dear, sweet, did I mention handsome husband, is manning the fort.

The flight from Spokane to Denver seemed relatively short. By the end of the flight, as we were descending into Denver I was having a “power surge” accompanied by a queasy stomach. My seatmates were very comforting and understanding as I tried to hide my head in the corner and use the little white paper bag. Ugh! I don’t understand the mechanics behind it but breathing in and out of the bag seem to help. After we landed I was able to get off the plane and stretch my legs and get something small to eat. Eating of, course being supremely difficult due to the fact that I had two teeth pulled and a root canal on Monday, two days prior. I reported back to the plane as requested, 40 minutes later. Now here I sit because they won’t let anyone board due to the small problem of no pilot! So we wait, and wait, and wait. Finally, another plane pulls in, and lets us use one of their pilots. I think that was the plan all along, the hitch being that it came from Chicago which had almost been shut down due to severe electrical storms. Thus, the late pilot. I used to think it would be great to stopover in all kinds of airports giving me a feel for different parts of the country. Alas, one airport looks like the next. One thing that struck about the Denver airport was that is very flat. The fog/smog/clouds kept me seeing any mountains. 


After about an hour we were able to board and take off towards Tampa. My new companion was a nice young woman on business. She happened to notice me reading a horse magazine and inquired if I had a horse. Her daughter has an appendix quarter horse whom she shows English. She showed mi pictures, I showed her mine. She lives in Valrico, close to Tampa. As we neared the airport, the pilot thanked us for flying Southwest and mentioned that we were a little late. A little late? We were over an hour late! But what the heck, I’m on vacation.