Nov. 17, 2005 - 21:20 PST

FLIGHT OF FANCY

All too early our day began, mostly because we don't really sleep too well on the night before we fly. Always afraid of oversleeping, I guess.

Our son came over and used our car to take us to the airport, as his won't hold the baggage. He came early so as to be able to attend the funeral of a friend of our family.

On the third gate we were boarded and heaved a sigh of relief. T'ain't easy keeping track of gate changes when you cant hear very well, but we did.

And then it was over the mountains and through the clouds to daughter's house we flew,

For huggin' and lovin' and visitin' too.

There was the usual chatter afoot of Eugene being fog bound and we might fly to Portland and be transported to Eugene from there. But, glory be, we alit in dear old Eugene and were met by our dear daughter who had the cart with my oxygen bottle and equipment.

Things have changed here, but not all that much. Cyrano the mini-poodle remembered us and did his flips and hops and brought us his toy to throw for him. Homecoming for us it was.

Fly in the ointment ? Oh, yes, there was one. I wore my Helios to the airport intending for it to return to our house in our car. But in the unloading flurry it was forgotten and I only noticed it when son was long gone. We left with airport personnel to be picked up on our return. Of course that leaves me with the worry of whether it will be there we we come back.

The grandkids are in the school sports and each one was engaged after school, one in soccer and one in football. Grandson now tops his Dad an inch or two, and granddaughter is a bit taller than her Mother. Such a short time ago they were babes in arms.

The downhill side of their street now has houses on it, some of them a year or two old and some quite younger than that. South of their development is still wild wood, with just one building on the 15 acres -- and that on the other end. Hope to see the deer come foraging down the hill in the afternoons, and the gray squirrels at play during the day.

Seeing the tall trees swaying in the breeze as clouds go scudding by is a treat. And seeing the ferns on the forest floor is exotic to this Colorado boy. We expect to see cloudy and misty weather as it is the time of year for it, but still it is the land of promise West of the Cascades.

I'm a bit tired tonight, but expect sweet dreams and lots of rest. It did come true though my FLIGHT OF FANCY . . . . . . . .

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