Coming and Going

The title to this blog is supposed to refer to the fact that Kell came to visit and then went home a week later. But, it made me think of something I heard years ago, about one of our prisons, named Cummins. There was a time when so many prioners escaped that someone quipped, "We ought to change the name to "Cummins And Goins". OK, that's out of my system, now. On to Kell's visit.

I think she was able to see everyone she wanted to see and then some. We picked her up at the airport in Little Rock, and spent the night in Conway, so she could visit with our friend there. Then, she spent parts of a couple of days with her best friend, A, here in Harrison. Then, Jay, our chef and made some delicious chili one night when another friend came over. And, another day, we went to see Kell's grandmother and various other family members in Yellville. Then, we met another friend for dinner, and suddenly, it was time for her to go back.

It was a busy week, but Jay and I still managed to volunteer at Democratic Headquarters two afternoons, where we had our usual laughs.

Since I'm not used to being so busy, I am exhausted. But, it was fun, and Kell looks great. I hadn't seen her in quite a while, and e-mail and telephone conversations are nice, but I'm just not happy unless I can see her in person and get "aholt" of her. I feel the same way about Allen, of course, but the Air Force seems to think he belongs to them, when I know he's mine. He became mine when he married my daughter. The Air Force will find out who he belongs to if they ever mistreat him.

Yesterday, we took Kell back to the airport in Little Rock, two hours early, for all the good that did. Her flight was cancelled just as she got to the check-in, and we had to take her to a nearby hotel. We offered to stay over night and see her off this morning, but she said she'd get the hotel shuttle, and we should go home. She seems to think she's all grown up, and can handle things without me hovering around. So, we did -- reluctantly. She got home this afternoon, so everything's ok, now.

Trying to go anywhere on an airplane must be a real nightmare, these days, what with President Bush trying to convince us that we should be very afraid, and all over the country people are having to shed their shoes and relinquish their hand cream, and Homeland Security people are strip-searching little old ladies in wheel chairs. No wonder there's no time to actually fly anywhere.

But, that's a soapbox I'm too tired to climb up on right now. I'll save that rant for another time.

(Yawn) Is it bedtime, yet?