So much to do, so little time

As I boarded Delta's flight out of San Diego yesterday, I had a plan to use my 4 hours in captivity catching up on all of your blog posts I've missed.  I never got to it and today there are 286 posts I haven't read.  Oy. Goodness knows I didn't have time while I ran all over San Diego finding first an apartment, then moving in, waiting for ATT-Uverse, buying furniture, buying essentials like food, cleaning supplies, uniforms and doing the backflips the DMV makes one do when moving to another state.  You get the picture--we had full dance cards daily.  The problem with my plan to catch up when in the air is that while planes do have wifi now, it's not that good.  In total frustration, I gave up.  Instead I read, The Last Man, by, Vince Flynn, while knitting a square on the roll.  I have each square down to about 3 to 4 hours now.  Still, it'll take a good 200 hours of work to make enough for a blanket.

I cried about 4 times yesterday.  Once in the airport, twice on the plane, and once when my husband met me at the gate when I landed (he works in the airport so he can meet me there).  When I think about it, for all of my blathering on to others about how important it is to embrace change, I'm not at that good about doing it myself.  I don't plan to do anything about this little character issue, except to accept that this is who I am and find a healthy way to channel the anxiety this creates.

He's moved on and I either accept and find ways to accumulate frequent flyer miles or sit around moping.  Kicking, screaming and tantrums really won't work to fix the way I feel on the inside.

While we didn't really have an opportunity to site-see, we did take time to go for a drive or two along the coast.   He's living on the edge of La Jolla, just a few miles from the beach, so we drove there and to Pacific Beach for an early dinner.  That was right before that front moved through that ultimately became the storm that hit the midsection and dumped all that snow.

This photo was not eye level.  It was taken looking down from a second story perch.  Those waves were high and there were many surfers braving the chilly ocean temperatures.

 The waves were impressive as the front approached, though we didn't really see them at their peak.  The rain that followed conveniently did so during the night and was equally impressive.  We did make it to Coronado for lunch one day.  The weather was glorious, if not a little cool.  Still, even though it was chilly, the sun was shining, which is more than I can say for Detroit.  Old Town San Diego and The Gas Lamp will have to wait for our next visit in August when we visit for his graduation from the academy.

I hope you're all well and I promise, I plan on catching up today.

FYI, we flew over that front that's headed this way.  Let me just say for those in the path:  get thee to the grocer and also make sure there's fuel for the snowblower.