It occurred to me today that there’s another thing I miss from Bloomington. That thing is the airport, in Indianapolis. (Yes, it’s a small list.) It was easy to get to the Indianapolis airport. It was small, clean, made sense and moved a lot of people.
This came to mind as I traveled to the Philadelphia airport, which is bigger, older, and feels like both. It isn’t harder to get to. Three highways, half an hour and then you’re trying to figure out the airport itself.
No airport makes sense without a lot of practice, I’m sure of it. And this, I think, is just the third time I’ve driven to the Philadelphia airport. And it was the first time I’ve tried the short term parking. But I got in, and on time. Luggage came off the carousel before the passenger came down the escalator. And so we found the car, and drove away. Now, my mother is here for a visit, her first one at the new house.
So she got the tour, of course. She approves.
(Incidentally, tomorrow marks one year of our having looked at this house as potential buyers.)
Let’s step out to the greenhouse and see how things are going. Suddenly, the asparagus are popping up. We have the impression that these were the longest of long shots. And maybe they are — but some of the other things that sprouted and disappeared may disagree — but we are now pleasantly surprised.
I’m assuming this will give us two or three little bites of asparagus later this summer. (That’d be plenty for me.)
There’s an asparagus festival nearby this weekend, and why anyone would waste their summer festival efforts on something like asparagus is beyond me. I’m sure the many recipes are great, but it’s still asparagus. And the festivities are probably charming, but, still.
The fig tree is coming along nicely.
Hey Siri, when do I pick figs?
The fig tree grows right next to the gazeebo, which is where we spent the afternoon chatting away, before I picked up small-town cheesesteaks for dinner.
Let’s check in on the kitties. Phoebe loves my mom in a way she doesn’t warm up to visitors. She gets to hold her right away.
She’ll be pleased to receive extra pets over the next few days.
And Poseidon has another person to charm.
He’ll also appreciate the extra cuddles.
So the cats, you see, are just as happy as can be.
Except we haven’t told them we’re not taking them along on tomorrow’s adventure.
