A weekend without work

I ran into the head of airside operations yesterday, and he smiled at me like someone who wanted something.

"You left me", he said.

I haven't worked weekends in the terminal in weeks, and it's been FANTASTIC. I took off because Allan was coming in for a visit, but also because The Kid was getting tired of me not being around. The money helped, but I felt really guilty.

"I need help Sunday", he said, and smiled sweetly. (He actually is very nice.)

"One of the Spirit passengers hit me because she was annoyed. And I have a two year old who misses me", I explained.

He was shocked that he hadn't heard about the crazy passenger, but told me that family comes first, especially for a single mom, and that he'd find someone else. Nice guy.

The Kid and I went to the playground this morning with her dad, after he, completely of his own volition, took us out for breakfast. I get the feeling he's a little lonely. This afternoon, we spent about an hour and a half at Secret Woods park (known to Hannah's dad as "Hidden Valley"). The actual walk around the park's boardwalked trail takes about twenty minutes, but I felt like I just needed to walk. There's nowhere in the neighborhood we can go without quickly hitting traffic or road construction, so I just walked in circles around the park. By the third or fourth trip around, it was kind of like walking around a meditation path. I think I needed that.

It was sort of strange to think that my Hannah, all the way over in England, came to this park while her dad lived in the area. It was a very "Lake House" moment. That is, if Hannah was Keanu Reeves, and there was a tear in the fabric of time, instead of her just being Hannah and getting out of Florida before I got here.

Yes, I know. Another excellent analogy.

:)