First trip

We got back from San Antonio in the wee hours this morning, after spending five hours in the Denver airport until the thunderstorms had passed and the planes came in from all over to carry us home. We attended a large convention, stayed in a nice hotel with fabulous customer service, ate omelets in which we could taste every ingredient, and walked 23 miles in four days. Temps were in the upper 80s - way higher than I'm accustomed to - but I complained only minimally.

I'm no longer working, so I really noticed how the money went. Getting to and from airports cost over a hundred dollars! Ice cream cones in the late evening cost more than espressos. Usually when we travel we're in a condo and mostly cook for ourselves. This morning I made coffee at home to save the espresso money. My Bag Lady has ways of keeping me cautious.

I'd planned on working on my ESL class today, but instead I played catch-up with emails and bills. Tomorrow! I got two memorable comments from my massage therapist today. (1) "I can tell you've been walking - you've got a callous right above your bunion" (2) "If you think you're going to be teaching, read the book The Courage To Teach." So (1) I'll take care of the callous tomorrow - it feels virtuous to have done that much walking and (2) I ordered the book from paperbackswap.com.

It's finally warming up here in Washington State - supposed to be in the 80s this week. I'll get to sit in my Adirondack chair and work on the edits for my writing group's collaborative abcdarium, and maybe bring my laptop outside and work on the ESL class. Also, it's time to pull up the early lettuce, bok choy and spinach that have gone to seed and make way for the squash and beans.