Leaving on a Jet Plane/NOT

We had to cancel our flights home to New Zealand. That was not exactly fun but after many convoluted discussions with our airlines I saved several thousand dollars in fees and rescheduled at the same rate, but also managed to get our seats improved substantially from what we had reserved. So, this will be my shortest blog post ever as my husband is recovering but too slowly to take a 13-hour slog of a flight overseas and then another shorter flight a few hours later.
We have had the most unusual trip ever but things in the world also seem to be skewed out of alignment too. I hope our plans will be met this time and that everything else globally will begin also to fall into place.
With such news it seems like a no brainer to not post many images with this text. How would I anyway? Being a perfectionist of sorts, I do try to match the photos published with these short vignettes with photographic images that match the story. Rather than running down to the airport dragging my still weak mate, I’d prefer to publish a photo or two of our life here. Maybe I’ll just do some of the flowers planted outside and in vases inside. Who knows?
While my sister and I scrounge the markets for supplies to please the impatient patient, my old guy has been sleeping through our trip. That isn’t something I care to expound upon further but perhaps at some point in this uncertain future we’ll celebrate it being completely over. But for now, we’re certainly not on that plane that left LAX around 10 tonight. And like the night owl I’ve become lately, I’m still awake at 2 in the morning thinking we’d be 4 hours into our journey by now.
But he’s on the mend. We’re here for another week and John is improving day by day. And such is life at Manhattan Beach, California, which is definitely not the House of Cluck-Cluck. The only one clucking around here is me.