I thought John and I might get together today, but he had a temporary family issue to deal with and was exhausted because of it. He was responsible for taking his older granddaughters to the airport for their flight to Texas yesterday, which he did via the light rail. He checked them in and waited with them (with his special pass) since one is an unaccompanied minor. Afterward, he returned home, believing all was well. A few hours later, his daughter and son-in-law called; due to a severe dust storm in Texas and the next closest airport (Albuquerque) being unavailable (thunderstorms?), the pilot had decided to turn the plane around to Seattle. So, at 12:30 a.m. John was back at SeaTac to pick up the granddaughters, got to his house at 1:30, to sleep about an hour later and texted me the next morning at 8ish to tell me that he was back in a long line at SeaTac to check the girls in. His words: “That’s another “fun” time I’d rather not repeat.” For anyone, it would be a lot, but for a 72-year-old guy who was still fighting a cold, it was a little overwhelming, although John handled it with aplomb. When we do eventually meet up, much of what happened on the camping trip will remain unspoken. John hates drama and lots of emotion, so I’ll try to be as dispassionate as possible. The time and space since the trip will help with that; I’ve been able to process more and think about how I’d like to move forward. Carefully!

At least, the granddaughters got to ride in this awesomely decorated plane!

Before it rained this morning (yay!), I snapped this shot of the white Stargazer. They are star-like, aren’t they?

Baby Ian has one bottom tooth and his top two teeth; I couldn’t manage a decent photo of them, but he has such a different smile with them! As well as the mess with the camping trip, YD’s life is the usual chaos and dysfunction. I’m so, so tired.
I’ve drafted an email message to both daughters, currently unsent, that much as I appreciate the thought, I would like my 70th birthday party cancelled, as long as there is no deposit penalty and if it’s fairly easy to let the guests know. I’m not feeling at all celebratory and would rather acknowledge my birthday in a low-key way, if at all. That’s not self-pity, just reality.
Send or not send?
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