Getting my mind ready for the Marauders, that’s what I am doing sitting here on the 737. Clearing the decks for five days of California adventure. I know that we will be in good hands there and have a good time, no problem.

I have been so many engrossed in things back home that it will be good to get away and come back to it with a fresh mind. Maybe have a fresh perspective. Maybe problems will seem less thorny.

Just looking over at My Rebecca, she is just across the aisle. She is napping out over there wrapped up in her knitting project. It’s got needles sticking out of it, somebody could get hurt. Man, how did she get on board with those? I had to ship my Leatherman tool home from security and it cost me thirteen bucks. How many planes have I tried to sneak that aboard?

Let’s see, Loretta is picking us up at Ontario Airport and we are staying with one of the Terri’s. We don’t have any engagements tonight. So, I hope there are some baseball fans involved in this
operation as this is the day of game seven for the Astros and the Dodgers. Nothing better than a game seven!

Here comes the flight attendants recycling all the junk from us passengers. Catherine was talking about this the other day, how much effort the airlines were putting into this effort. The little pudgy red haired flight attendant guy is sweating from the effort. OK, Eric!

I’ll have to admit that I have been, what’s the right word, not as enthusiastic as I should be about recycling. But two things happened recently that have affected me. One was our ride aboard the environmental patrol boat out of Tacoma early in October. One thing that the captain was talking about was the amount of plastic particles in the seawater, too small to see but there. That was enlightening. And then I saw a thing on Facebook about a Minke whale that had died and was autopsied and it was full of plastic bags. Yuk, something wrong here.

Well, OK, enough of that. The sun is shinning out the window of the airplane and the view of the mountains of California is spectacular. It think a plane with a glass bottom would be cool.

Feels like we are descending, yea! One really has to work hard at making traveling fun any more. I mean it’s funny but not really fun. I’m starting not to make sense, time to go. Love you all, Felipe.