a day for me

my view

I've recently returned from visiting my daughter on the east coast.  I went out to baby-sit for my grand-baby, Natalie.  I was in heaven.  We walked every day.  We  napped every day.  It was an amazing vacation. 
I flew out of Baltimore on Thursday night.  I checked in at 5:01 and had a boarding pass in my hand that said 6:15 p.m.  A minute later, at 5:02 p.m., I received a text saying we were delayed to 9:15 p.m.  I was SO ticked. I called my daughter and she she said "Ma, ma, ma- have a drink." 
I went to a wine bar and had drink(s). 
I was sitting in the bar and told the gal next to me "Now I just need a cute guy to buy drinks for me."  She told me that if that were the case, we would have to fight for him. 
I started to talk to her about where I was heading, about my daughter  and my daughter-in-law dropping me off at the airport and my lay-over and she suddenly asked if I were my daughter's mother.  She knew my daughter!  She worked on Capitol Hill and occasionally runs into my daugther in D.C.  She described D.C. as "a small town."  I can relate just because after living in any town for few years, this is how one feels. 
My fight was finally delayed to 10:10 p.m.  I got back home at 2:00 a.m. and went to work the next day.  I didn't go in until 10:00 a.m.., but I went. I was a zombie. It was a long day. 
Then we went to Doug's bosse's home for dinner at 8:00 p.m.  I just kept saying "we've gotta go." 
Today Doug was otherwise occupied and I was gloriously free.  I went to Farmer's Market and bought flowers to plant.
Then to another art show and many shops.  Then to Malibu to lunch and then to My Sister's Closet.  Then home.  It was a good day. 
I miss my baby and I swear I can conjure up her wonderful baby aroma.