travelin’ on

I traded the quiet beauty of Crystal Bridges for a regional jet, with a cowboy-type pilot. He was determined to get us to Houston. On time. Possibly early.

Even though there were severe storms approaching. And the airport was temporarily closed in Houston.

Without any notice we were told to line up to board. The captain wanted to avoid the Oklahoma storms coming our way.

Onboard we waited impatiently for the last 2 passengers to show up so we could get out of dodge. Literally XMA.

While we waited we ended up chatting with our pilot. He told us it was quite possible we would end up in San Antonio. My friend mentioned that my son was a Captain with Southwest Airlines. Oh does he ever want to fly for SW! I told him I would see what I could do.

Last passenger onboard. Time to buckle up and soar to the awaiting clouds.

I put my airpods in and drifted into harmonies and soothing melodies. My bag of popcorn helped too.

The captain kept us apprised of the situation outside our windows. He was pretty certain we could weave through the storm, land now that the Houston airport was open, for an early arrival!

Our cowboy captain had the flight attendant notify us that we would land in seven minutes. I set my timer.

And just like that, we landed the very second the timer hit 0. Hallelujah!

Traveling mercies indeed.

Today it’s a Rice University women’s basketball game with my granddaughter. Go Lady Owls!