Almost everything on my to-do list is done, except polishing a few silver pieces that came from Mom’s family. Yesterday was very busy. The Maids arrived as a team of 2 instead of 4 (people were sick) but they cleaned up a storm and everything looked and smelled fresh and beautiful. I’d tidied everything in sight before they arrived, partly for them and mostly because my parents are coming and I want things to look uncluttered. I might even be inspired enough to keep this up on my own for more than a week 🙂
After The Maids left, I did a run down Dixwell, ticking things off my list: 1. Get gas. 2. Carwash (which undoubtedly caused the torrential rain later). 3. Buy wine. 4. Stock up on groceries. And after all of that, I did three loads of wash, leaving me clean towels, sheets and clothes. Phew.
But then around 8pm, my mom called to say that the airline had cancelled their 6:30am flight and rebooked them on Sunday, putting them into Hartford at 5:45pm, almost 18 hours after their planned time. I know they are upset and confused, but at least they weren’t stranded in an airport for days (visions of my Christmas trip delays at Newark Airport flashed through my head). They can relax today and leave tomorrow at a humane time instead of having to wake up at4:30am.
The airline reassigned them to new flights but they don’t have seat assignments and were in a tizzy beccause online the seats showed as full. At least I knew to tell them that seats are held back to be assigned at the airport, but I made some calls to American and confirmed some info, which I passed along, as well as the 800 number for customer support. I have it programmed into my phone and I’ll make sure Mom has it in her cell phone when she’s here (she hasn’t figured out programming in numbers yet).
So instead of having a packed morning ending with a run up to BDL to pick my parents and a full day with them tomorrow, I have today and most of tomorrow to myself. Not what was planned but I can enjoy the very clean and tidy apartment and my kitty, who is mostly recovered from the trauma of having a team of loud people invade her little space. Maybe I’ll throw in a trip to BJ’s which isn’t exactly a visitor’s destination, but fun for me.