I met Banjo Man at the airport at 9:15 this morning. He was happy to see me and very, very tired.
“I will never fly Delta or United again,” he declared. “It was the worst experience I’ve ever had.”
Extremely small seats, the last seats on the plane in the back and very annoying seat mates made it impossible to sleep.
He is napping now.
But his trip to the lake was wonderful. He told me he’d eaten 25 meatballs. Huh? I didn’t know I’d frozen so many. And I didn’t know he counted meatballs, either.
The chess set made of farm machinery is now proudly displayed in the office of the lake house. I hope there will be many, many chess games played there next summer and in the years to come. It was a project dear to my husband’s Nebraska heart and he is immensely proud to have it finished.
It was a long five days here without him, but I accomplished a lot of decluttering in my office. Nothing had happened in here for many months, except for the piles getting higher.
My grandson “Face Timed” me last night. A first! We beamed at each other and I admired his new short hair cut. I hope we get to chat like that again.
My favorite song of the weekend turned out to be a Bonnie Raitt number, “Home”.