History Repeating

So tonight we said goodbye to Grandma.  For the second time.

Last night before heading to the baseball we dropped her off at the airport to catch her flight to Dallas where she would connect to Heathrow and finally land back in Aberdeen mid-afternoon today.  The flight, however, was aborted last minute as they were hurtling down the runway to take-off.  Apparently some red flashing light indicated there was some problem (better to find out on the ground I suppose!) which could be fixed they were told, but would take a couple of hours.  By that time Grandma would have missed her connection to Heathrow, and better to spend another twenty four hours here than the night in Dallas airport!

So our baseball game was also aborted, and off we trundled a second time in as many hours to the airport.  As it was 41 degrees when we left the stadium at 7pm though, I think we were all happy to get back in our air conditioned car and return to our air conditioned house.


Boy it's too hot to do much of anything at the moment: it's too hot to sit and do nothing at the moment!

It's funny though, because Grandma's experience has been pretty similar to the Don's the first time he flew to Midland.  On the flight in they both missed the connection in Dallas because of mass queues at immigration, then had to wait on standby to see if they could get the last flight in to Midland that evening (note to anyone that's thinking about coming over - don't fly in with BA on a Sunday night!).  Then on the way home they both had to waste an extra twenty four hours in Midland before getting their flight to Dallas.  History repeating indeed.