I have driven to Los Angeles International Airport (LAX) three times this summer. As a favor to a dear friend I took sweet Ann, who was traveling on a pilgrimage to France, to LAX. Since Ann was also our house guest, we both had to get up at the crack of dawn in order for her to catch her 7:00 a.m. flight.
Sonja’s Family
Sonja booked a crazy flight on Sun Country. Have you ever heard of this airline? Me neither. It shares the same terminal as Southwest. Sonja’s family flight was scheduled to depart at 10:45 p.m., so I suggested we leave for the airport at seven-thirty.
On the way there, I thought to myself, “What if I fall asleep on the drive home?” Then I made a loud announcement, “We need to stop and get coffee so that I don’t fall asleep!” After all we were way ahead of schedule, so I got my coffee fix and $18 later we were on a sugar high.
Sepulveda Off Ramp
It was Sunday, July 2nd, the day the entire world decided to take a flight out of LAX. We exited on to Sepulveda Boulevard only to discover that the tunnel leading to LAX was in a serious gridlock. What should have taken five minutes took over 45 minutes. It was torture! We all commented on the lone white tennis shoe on the side of the rode because we were going stir crazy. By the time we reached the terminal they were in panic mode. Not me, I was all wired up and ready for the drive home.
I’m not sure, but it seems that I ran a red light at LAX. It was a side way light that popped out of nowhere. I got plenty of honks and it must have ruffled a few feathers. I thank God that no one was hurt by my ignorance and continued the trek home.
The Rosary
Night driving has become a challenge and driving through Los Angeles is unfamiliar territory. With my GPS set for home address, I hit the highway. I was intimidated by the semi trucks’ loud sounds as they barreled past me, so I started to pray the Rosary. Using my fingers as guides, and sometimes getting confused as to how many Hail Mary’s I’d recited, I’d start the decade over. Needless to say, it was most efficacious because I prayed my way home.
By the time I arrived (45 minutes later), Sonja and her family had not been cleared through security!
4th of July
Mikos, our son, and Jenny, our daughter-in-law, invited us to celebrate the 4th of July. Lately I have been batting 500 with my desserts, so I offered to bring something to the gathering. I decided on chocolate chip oatmeal cookies.
I got out all my ingredients and followed the recipe, but something was not right. Every time I turned on the mixer, oats were flying all over the counter. I carefully reviewed the recipe and it said to mix until smooth; but there was nothing smooth about this mixture. I mixed again, and this time the oats landed in my hair! I was dumbfounded and running out of time. I desperately tried to form cookies, but, again, the oat flakes were not holding together. I was not going to let this amateur recipe get the best of me so I decided to dump the mixture into a baking dish. The outcome was a disaster, and the mixture took a life of breakfast bars. I struggled to cut the hard mix to take to Mikos and Jenny’s house.
The Reluctant Chef Strikes Again
We had a wonderful, quiet 4th of July. We enjoyed a seven-layered dip, hamburgers, corn on the cob, and noodle salad. Both Mike and I were pleasantly surprised that Maddie joined us, because she is either working or spending time with friends. Will was at the beach with his friends.
By the time I served my concoction, it was as hard as a brick. Jenny took the first bite, looked at me and asked, “Do you like these?” My reply was, “I’m not going to answer that.” I knew how bad it was because I almost broke my tooth with the first bite.
The following morning I was going to warm up something in the microwave. Much to my surprise as I opened the door, I found the missing ingredient: two sticks of butter! The next day I was still sweeping up dried up oats from the debacle.
LAX Again
I knew that Sonja and her family were returning on Friday, but I was not sure of the time. I heard her say 3 o’clock or seven, so I decided to call her. “Oh, let me check, we get in at 10:45,” she replied. “10:45 p.m.!” “Really? Why didn’t you tell me before hand?” Mike was upset too and Sonja heard her father say, “Are you kidding? 10:45!” After hanging up the phone I picked a cat fight with Mike about the situation. Poor Mike!
I made a plan to leave the house at 10:00, giving me plenty of time to get to LAX. Then I received a call from Sonja,”The flight is delayed 30 minutes, should we take an Uber?” I bit my tongue and, as much as I wanted to answer yes, to my surprise I said, “No, I’ll leave at 10:30.”
I experienced the same traffic jam getting off of Sepulveda. Gridlock again! I saw the same stupid white tennis shoe. It was 11:20 by the time I made it to the gate, and though my family had landed, they were being detained like prisoners on the tarmac.
Sun Country
Sun Country is at the mercy of Southwest, so when their planes land, the passengers need to wait for Southwest gate to open. I understand the logic for Sonja, Russ and the boys to take this boutique airline because it has a direct flight to Minneapolis; but the inconvenience and extra time it takes is not worth the effort.
By the time they finally deplaned, it was well into the next day. Surprisingly, when I woke up the following morning I had racked up nearly 2,000 steps!
My Prayer
Dear Lord, I thank You that I am still healthy enough to drive. Thank you for granting traveling mercies to our family. Heavenly Father, teach me to become a more gracious servant.
Bless all who are traveling. May they reach their destinations safely. Amen.
