My wife and I are in Phoenix preparing for the funeral of her father. The service is tomorrow morning, and today we’ve been taking it easy, trying to avoid the 107-degree heat outside. We had breakfast with my wife’s mother, and in the afternoon my wife’s brother and his family came over to enjoy the pool and to visit for a while. We got to see our niece and nephew for a little bit before it was time to head down to the pool, and when they split off to the pool, we headed into our room to order lunch and to relax until dinner this evening. We’ve got ten adults and three kids that are gathering for an evening at Texas Roadhouse (at least that’s the plan, they don’t take reservations and a thirteen-top needs some advanced notice) and after that likely back to the hotel room for the evening.
We’ve got a little bit of time before dinner, so we’re thinking it’s going to be a good opportunity to catch a nap. Both of us are tired and we’re still preparing for the service tomorrow, where we suspect there might be some family drama that’s been building for some time. Hopefully not, but we’ll just cross that bridge when we come to it.
The squishy hotel bed calls me.
I had a meeting today with Texas Workforce Commission regarding my action plan. We’re looking to potentially upgrade it to another educational program, but I’m getting mixed messages about things again, so I insisted that I get two weeks to do my due diligence this time and not get rushed into yet another spur of the moment decision. Rather than bore you with the details, I’ll fill you in once I’m on the other side of my meeting on the 27th and I know for sure what’s happening. Things could be changing for the better, things could be changing for the worse, I really don’t know. I hate not knowing what’s going on and not having much time to react to new information.
The flight was good. Both my wife and I are large, so we don’t sit in a coach seat very well, and things were exceptionally cramped for us. We had seats on the exit row to give us more legroom, but we traded having a tray in front of us for one that would unfold over our legs, and neither of us can really use those trays because of our size. Fortunately when they closed the hatch and began taxiing away from the gate, the two seats on the other side of the aisle were unoccupied, so at the flight attendant’s urging, I took one aisle seat and my wife took the other, and we could use the tray for the empty seat for drinks and snacks. The flight was pretty uneventful and it went quickly, although we did have a touch of turbulence during our descent for landing in Phoenix. My wife doesn’t like flying very much and we held hands across the aisle for the takeoff and landing. It’s become our tradition whenever we fly, and I like that my touch is comforting to her.
My body thinks it’s going on one in the morning, so without much else to say, I’m signing off for the evening. Tomorrow we’re going to be visiting with family and Thursday is the service, and I expect that to be fairly emotionally charged for multiple reasons. Here’s hoping we get out of Phoenix relatively intact.