We’re having a bit of a rocky start to the Denver vacation to meet the newest grandchild.
First our flight got delayed a bunch. I got a text at about 6:30 AM that the our flight that was supposed to take off at 11:00 was not leaving at 1:48. Atypically we were flying out of Madison, so at least we could just stay home for a couple of extra hours before heading for the airport.
Delayed flight brekkie
But then when it got close to boarding for the later departure time, the plane turned out to be broken. Fortunately I was able to get on United’s website & re-book on a later flight and since we were in Madison’s tiny airport it was only a few gates away. We got confirmed seats in an exit row – nice, with extra legroom, although in my heart of hearts I was a little uncertain that I really was fully able to perform the exit row duties with my knee. I decided to act as if, I was pretty sure that if there was a disaster the knee would not really stop me from the primary duty: getting up and getting the fuck out of the way as quickly a possible. And we got to Denver only about 5 hours later than expected, and checked in at the AirBNB, and went and saw Ethan & Megan & Rowan and got Thai for dinner at like 9:30 at night. So not completely terrible.
Clouds outside the light rail station
It’s a bit small but really pretty OK.
Today we got coffee at the kids favorite coffee place, and brought them some coffees and pastries, too. We discussed food plans and went to Whole Foods and shopped.
Then we left them to feed the baby and nap, and came back to theAirBNB, and did some google mapping and found a deli to have lunch. We thought we could head for the city park after and I could get in some biking and Mark could walk. Mark walked over to the deli and I was going follow on one of the AirBNB-provided bikes, but I fell off the bike at the end of the driveway and bruised my left hand, so I drove.
Giant breakfast burrito lunch
After lunch Mark went off to walk but for me, instead of biking, I got to go back to the AirBNB and take a bunch of Advil (high blood pressure be dammed) and ice my hand.
I sat on the far end of that extra bed under the window, and read for about half an hour with my hand on some ice wrapped up in a washcloth. So I guess, even though I’m inside on a sunny summer day, maybe I don’t suck so bad at vacation after all, because I actually spent some time doing nothing.
Meanwhile back home in Chicago and Madison, John & Megan went to the driving range, and Al and Jasper and Emma went to La Fete de Marquette. Told Al if he’d gone on Friday I might’ve poured that beer, and told Ethan this could be what he could look forward to in 6 or 7 months.
Jasper says, “Don’t mess with my daddy”
And oh yea, I guess I’m a Gopher for the week – borrowed one of Megan Beatty’s sweatshirts.
