Suitcase ramblings

This morning we opened the front door and the suitcase fell in. No idea how long it has sitting there. Good thing they live out in the country where no one passing by was likely to look up, see a nicely packed suitcase leaning against a front door and decide they'd like it to be their suitcase instead.

I understand it arrived sometime after 2 a.m. at the airport and was picked up sometime after 6 a.m. to jaunt around the countryside with the other wandering luggage as it was, piece by piece, taken home. I find it a little disconcerting that, when I called to see about its location, the clerk told me that the "regular driver" had already appeared and it was probably already there (it was). The disconcerting bit is that this airport, which is really not that big, and this airline (which only has something like 3 flights a day into Bozeman from Minneapolis) needs a "regular driver" to ferry all its misdirected luggage about.

Does this make anyone else want to ask just how many pieces go astray regularly?

Perhaps we should draw a veil over the question. Move on. Yes, good idea.

Spent a part of the day looking at houses and lots in the valley, anticipating the time when we will be back this way on a permanent basis. Amazing amounts of growth here. Scary almost. We'll have to do some real looking -- and thinking.

Currently thinking about Sebastian's heroine. Drawing a blank. Hope she gets her act together soon.

Flynn and Sara are still incognito. Hmmmmm.