Rain delay

by Justin

Man I am tired today. A very fun weekend ended on a pretty long note. It is like holding the fermata till you run out of breath and then one more beat. That was for you Trey and Viki! For the rest of you, well let me just tell the story.

Holly and I jumped ship a little early on Friday and hopped on the plane to Amarillo. We were greeted, with much surprise, at the airport by Holly’s parents and our nephews Jared and Tyler. We weren’t expecting them, so we had a lot of fun playing in the back of the car on our way back to Friona.

Once in Friona we headed over to the Homecoming game. There is nothing like high school football in Texas, or so they say, and I would agree. We rooted on the team, talked with friends in the packed stadium and participated in the band cheers. When we left in the third quarter the score was like 42-0, Go Chieftains!

Saturday was a fun packed day of celebrating Friona’s 100 year anniversary. The annual Maize Days parade was extra long; with one man saying he couldn’t remember a parade ever as long as this one. I have many opinions about the Maize Days parade, but it is all about love and loving the small town Texas lifestyle. All my comments are taken bad, but really it is envy and longing to live back in the small town life.

Sunday rolled along with church. We attended our first Sunday school class with Holly’s mom teaching. She is a great teacher and a great lover of the Lord. We followed the main service with a good Baptist pot-luck lunch. Something about those pot-luck lunches that are just hard to beat.

Next came the delay.

We headed to Amarillo in plenty of time to get on our plane. While Holly insisted we had time to stop and eat a quick bite, I was eager to make sure we made our flight. As we entered the gate to check our bags I noticed that our flight and the following two flights were all listed as delayed. This is never a good sign. I quickly handed my phone to Holly and told her to call her parents, we might have time for dinner. Sure enough it was showing the plane to depart at 7:30 instead of 6:55. We went through the process to get our passes (it is different for employees) and we were told that Dallas Love Field had been closed for 2 hours for weather and our plane diverted to Oklahoma City. Never a good sign, either. The new depart time was 9 o’clock.

We went to dinner and went grocery shopping with Holly’s parents. We returned to the terminal to find our 6:55 flight had been delayed to 9:45. We landed at Love Field at 10:45. After running a quick errand on our way home, we pulled into the garage at midnight. Showers and a quick unpacking found us in bed at 1am.

What a way to start the week…