The Proposal

Okay, everyone's been begging for this story, so I finally wrote it all out.  Enjoy everyone!
**A couple updates in the FAQ as of 9/25/2013**

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I had been planning this for about a month, with it really ramping up in the last couple of weeks.

I had three goals for the proposal: 1) to completely surprise her, and 2) to propose in a way that she’d love & remember, and 3) to give us a fun story to tell our family and friends.  I toyed with a grandiose public proposal, but ultimately decided that wasn’t right for us and our personalities.

We have seriously discussed that our relationship is heading toward marriage, but my policy is not to discuss dates until a ring is on her finger.  To do otherwise puts the cart before the horse—in my opinion—and can seriously impede goal #1 (above) if there’s a deadline by which I have to get the proposal done.  She was very respectful of that desire, and let me chart the timeline of us and our relationship.

All the same, I kind of went a little soft on the serious/future talks in the couple of weeks leading up to the proposal just so it wouldn’t be on the forefront of her mind as to “this could be any day.”  I didn’t pull a Chandler Bing and stupidly try to convince her I would never want to get married, I just didn’t initiate as many deep conversations as I had previously (because we had talked about everything that I needed to know, enough that I knew I wanted to marry her).

My good friend Josh B. helped me brainstorm and set this all up.  He was the one who really helped identify goal #3.  I knew I wanted something a little cutesy/goofy because I knew that would meet goals #2 and #3.  I had decided to acquire/build a huge cardboard box that I would hide inside to make me a gift for her.  Josh’s sister Christie hooked me up with several boxes from Foster’s Freeze where she works as store manager.  On Friday night, Josh helped me duct tape them all together and then wrap the box with white butcher paper.  I bought some teal ribbon from Michael’s to finish off the gift box with a huge bow.  We were up past 1 a.m. prepping this and loading it in pieces into my car.

All Heidi knew in advance was that we were going kayaking at Millerton for the day.  I wanted something that would be a big enough chunk of time that I wouldn’t have to worry about her scheduling anything else.  The evening before, I offered to pick her up earlier than planned so we could also go out to breakfast.

On Saturday morning, Josh met me at Heidi’s apartment complex and we did final construction of the box in the parking lot, because it was over 27 cubic feet to fit me inside.  It had no base, so it was designed to be placed on top of me and subsequently lifted off.  I was wearing a blue dress shirt and tie.  Josh didn’t think that he could pull that look off with jeans, referencing another guy Rob we know who does.  I told him it was because he has hair, whereas Rob and I don’t.

Final assembly had taken a little longer than planned (it was 8:40, and I had told Heidi that I’d arrive between 8a and 8:30, so I sent Heidi a text message to apologize for being late, saying that I was on my way.  Sometimes she’ll be waiting in her living room and hear me coming up the steps, and even open the door to greet me in advance of me knocking.

We practiced on one of her neighbor’s porches placing it, because I was worried the rustling of all the paper and our footsteps would get her to come out and investigate before we were set up.  Then we stealthily carried it up the staircase to her apartment, I ducked down into position (on one knee, of course), and Josh placed it on top of me.  He put down the “Hint: Lift box from down here” sign with arrows directing her to handholds.  Then he knocked on Heidi’s door and ran.

She opened the door and I heard her exclaim “What?!?” and then she followed the instructions to lift the box off of me.  She got out “Hi!” as she came into my line of sight, and then her hand clamped over her mouth as she was taking it all in.  (Heidi’s perspective—When I saw the box I was certainly surprised but couldn’t even think behind “Oh my gosh…He’s proposing! Pay attention to what he’s saying…Don’t interrupt him with your answer…Don’t cry…Oh man, he made me cry…it’s ok…oh, wow”) 

I had written up a list of some of the many things I love about her.  I had the foresight to actually tape it to my leg.  My hands were shaking so badly from sleep deprivation over multiple nights and nerves trying to get this all out.  I read her the letter, and finished with asking her to do me the incredible honor of becoming my wife as I pulled out the ring I had purchased.  By that time she was crying and got out a tear-filled yes.  I got up and hugged her.  Her next words to me were, “Now it’s so okay that you’re late.”

I had planned to put the box in her apartment, but after final construction efforts, it couldn’t fit through her door, so it’s still on her patio.  She shared the news with her roommate Rachel, who had been hiding in her bedroom to give us some privacy.  Rachel had been helping me keep tabs on Heidi leading up to this and had even insisted earlier in the week on doing Heidi’s nails so they’d be nice for ring-on-the-hand pictures that Heidi had always hoped for.

From there, I took her to breakfast at BJ’s Kountry Kitchen, her favorite breakfast place.  She had even warned me that they have the best coffee, so that when we go there, I need to be on notice that she would be ordering coffee (for those who may not know, I detest both the smell and taste of coffee).  But I loved her that much that I was willing to put up with her, flaws and all.  She loved me enough that she didn’t even order it (or was in a blind state of euphoria that she forgot).  Or maybe she didn’t want to discourage me from kissing her later throughout the day. .

We told our waitress our good news, and she oohed and aahed over us and the ring.  Then she proceeded to tell other waitresses, who each came over to congratulate us and chat with us.  It was so much fun.  The food was delicious too!  We both were just still in shock, her in tears and my just exhaling in laughter.  The waitresses also took pictures for us.  Heidi wanted pictures of me in a tie because she knows that it does not happen often.

We then drove up to Millerton for kayaking.  On the way we started calling friends and family.  Many screamed, and they all heartily congratulated us.  Many insisted on the story, others quickly shooed us off the phone knowing we had more calls to make.  Notably, we didn’t call her sister Holly, the sibling of hers that I have been able to get to know the best thus far.  I told her that we could stop by and tell Holly in person.  Heidi sent Holly a text message to casually ask if we could stop by later on.  Holly replied that they’d be having a date night but would be back by 9.  More on that later.

We started talking about specifics of the wedding right out there on the lake: attendants, location, dates, etc.  I had been thinking of a December wedding and was so relieved to finally be able to discuss it with her (see policy above).  Thankfully she thought that was feasible.

We paddled back to shore to stretch our legs for a bit.  My kayak is barely designed for two adults, but we don’t mind being squished next each other.  Neither of us was hungry yet because of our big breakfasts.  But I grabbed the jello salad dessert I had packed in our picnic lunch and we walked out to the edge of the dock to sit with our feet in the water.  We ate and talked some more, and then I pulled out a gift I had bought for her: two Christmas ornaments, a red “H” and “K” with the date of our engagement written on the back.  They are our first Christmas ornaments as a couple.

After sitting for awhile, we took the kayak out again and then decided to switch over to swimming.  By then we were ready for food, so I pulled out the sandwich fixings I had packed for us.  We used that time to call some more family and friends.  More screaming, more congratulations.  Heidi kept telling me that I needed to call and tell one of my best friends Amy M., because Amy had specifically told us a few weeks prior that she did not want to find out via Facebook.  I kept dodging it; telling her I had it covered.

We also carved out time to call some of our pastors.  I arranged for three of our collective five churches to announce the news.  We would be at Riverpark Bible Church (Heidi’s church) the next morning where they’d be putting it on a slide in the announcements.  Campus Bible Church (where I used to go and where Heidi’s parents now attend) and Westminster Foursquare Church (my parents’ church) would both announce it from the pulpit and I arranged to have it videotaped at both places.  Palm Avenue Community Church (my current church) would announce it the next Sunday when we would be there, and Village Bible Church (my Orange County church) will announce it when we’re down on September 15.

From there, we went to the house of our friends Javad and Kimberly, where they were hosting a birthday party for their three-year-old son with a few more of our friends, Bryan, Cory and Dawn and their respective kids.  I had asked Kimberly if we could stop by but hadn’t told them about the planned engagement notice.  And I didn’t tell Heidi about this part of the day until we pulled up to the house.  So we walked in and gave the announcement.  The reactions were awesome!  We spent a few hours there playing with the kids and talking to the adults about the day thus far.  So yes, I commandeered a three-year-old’s birthday party for our first engagement party.  Yes, first.

On our way to the next surprise destination, I gave her another gift.  The advice columnist Dear Abby compiled a few books based on frequent topics of the letters she received.  I grew up reading Dear Abby and Ann Landers (and even had a letter published in Dear Abby when I was 13), and always knew I might need the “plan your wedding” book that would occasionally be mentioned at the end of her column.  So when Heidi and I started getting serious, I tracked it down on Amazon.  It was last published in 1985.  So I wrapped it up for her as another gift, this one a little more practical than the others.  I made sure that this was the only “homework”-type gift I gave her.

We then arrived at our friend Michael’s house.  Michael, Josh, myself and a few other friends are in a Spades group together, where we rotate houses to do a potluck night and play the card game Spades.  I had arranged for him to host it that night, but hadn’t told Heidi about Spades or Michael about our planned engagement.  She had asked a couple times earlier in the month if Spades had been scheduled because she loves playing, and I kept dodging the question.  As we pulled up to the house, I clued her in to the fact that we were having Spades.  She was pretty confused, because normally we have to bring something for the dinner, and she wondered how we’d get done in time to go see Holly at 9.  I told her I had it covered.

We walked in and cue second engagement party!  We gave the big announcement again and all our friends cheered, including Heidi’s roommate Rachel and sister Holly and brother-in-law Dan, all of whom I had arranged to come to Spades as guest players.  It was perfect, she was so excited.  Josh and I had gone shopping the night before and he brought all the stuff I had signed up to bring food-wise for Spades.  I had also arranged the night before for my friend Amy to come to Spades to officially hear the news, even though I had told her last night when I went over to get my hair cut for today.

We had a wonderful evening laughing with friends, retelling the story, and playing Spades.  By the time we left at 11 p.m., we were exhausted.

The next morning was a blast announcing it to two Sunday School classes at RBC (Heidi’s original one and the couples-based one we were trying out).  Then we went back to her apartment and published the news on Facebook.  We had tried to get ahold of everyone that we could think of, that needed to know in advance, and that was a long list.  Watching the firestorm and fielding the phone calls and texts was hilarious!  It was so much fun to just sit back and enjoy.  Our phones were buzzing for hours.  Then we watched Two Weeks’ Notice and Heidi made us a delicious shrimp and edamame stir-fry.

And that is the story of our engagement weekend.

FAQ (because many questions have been asked with great frequency)

Q: When and where did you meet?

A: We met at Riverpark Bible Church on January 27, 2013.  I was looking for a new church and tried out RBC that morning, attending the same Sunday School class she was in.  She was the last to arrive because of singing in the service with the choir.  I remember she had a black blouse and skirt on, and had one of the biggest smiles I’d ever seen.  If not for her smile, with her ensemble and dark hair, I’d have pegged her for a Goth.  I eventually picked Palm Avenue Community Church as my new church, but kept attending RBC’s midweek Bible Study for career-age young adults.  That’s how Heidi and I continued to get to know each other.

Q: How long have you been dating?

A: Our first date (I paid for both of us, and there were no other people invited along) was May 15, 2013. We went to see a movie King’s Faith.  We had a few more dates shortly thereafter and I asked her to be my girlfriend on May 26, 2013 on our way to have dinner with a former client of mine.

Q: Did Karl ask her dad in advance?

A: Of course!  I pulled him aside at Heidi’s niece Ava’s 2-year-old birthday party.  Since I work in Fowler, logistics of secretly (from Heidi, remember goal #1) arranging to meet with him was getting pretty difficult.  He readily gave his blessing.

Q: What are the details on the ring?

A: White gold, with a round brilliant cut diamond in a low (almost bezel) tension setting.  There is also a tiny diamond and bit of filigree on each side of the ring.  It has some elements of (but not complete) axial and point symmetry.  Heidi’s sister Holly set me up with a ring designer.  Heidi and I had gone out and looked at rings twice in jewelry stores, so I had an idea of what she wanted, but I took creative control from there.  Again, refer to goal #1, if she had picked the exact ring, she’d know it was coming sooner rather than later.  She loves the ring.  Phew!

Q: What was in the letter/list of things you loved about her?

A: Well, that’s gettin’ a little personal, don’tcha think?  ;-)  I referenced her love for God, her respect for me as the leader of us as a couple, how I love her singing voice, and many other important things.

Q: When is the wedding?

A: We’re planning a wedding and dessert reception on Thursday, December 12, 2013 at RBC at 7 p.m., and a separate soup & salad reception for all our Orange County friends at Village Bible Church on Sunday, January 19, 2014 at 4 p.m.

Q: Why a Thursday wedding?

A: This was the only date we could find that allowed all of our siblings in three states to be here with us to celebrate.

Q: Who will perform the ceremony?

A: Mike Bohr, the worship pastor at RBC.  Heidi has been in the choir at RBC for several years.

Q: Who are your attendants?

A: We have decided not to have a specific maid/matron of honor or best man, but will rather ask our attendants to cover specific parts of those heavier duties as they have the skills and availability.

Bridesmaids:

Holly Ashjian (sister of the bride)
Rachel James (friend of bride)
Joy Strube (sister of the groom)
Rachel Strube (sister of the groom)
Heather Wiser (sister of the bride)
Misty Wiser (sister of the bride)

Groomsmen:

Jacob Ailes (friend of the groom)
Dan Ashjian (brother of the bride)
Josh Belden (friend of the groom)
Chris Peters (friend of the groom)
Troy Wiser (brother of the bride)
Daniel Zaninovich (friend of the groom)

Q: Where will you live?

A: Heidi will move into Karl’s house at Palm/Shields after the wedding.  We have no plans to leave Fresno at this time, but we are both open to wherever God leads us as a couple in the future.

Q: Has Heidi seen Karl’s furniture, and has anything been tossed yet?

A: Yes to the first question, and shockingly, no to the second.  But he knows some changes are coming.

Q: You attend separate churches.  Where you both be attending and serving together?

A: We prayed about this for a long time and tried out each of our current churches together for a few months, seeking counsel and evaluating opportunities to serve.  We'll be attending Palm Avenue Community Church and are very excited to see what God has in store for us there.

Q: Where are you going on your honeymoon?
A: We haven't gotten to that stage of the planning yet.

Father/Son Campout 2013, Part 2

Breakfast was French toast, sausage links, cereal, cut-up fruit and muffins.  I love camping when someone else takes care of the food.  I think I would enjoy cooking over a campfire, but as I’m still getting acclimating to this whole “camping” thing, I am so grateful for trip organizers.

Kyle spent the morning playing spoons and airsoft.  I told him we’d go kayaking a little later so that he could play awhile in the morning.  That’s when he told me his swimsuit was wet and had moss on it.  He had gone down to his “secret spot” at the river that he and Cole had found last year with some of the other boys and dads (I had been too worn out with my knee issues after setting up the tent to go along).  When he came back, he had apparently left his swim trunks in a ball inside the tent rather than hanging them out to dry.  It was fascinating to me how that boy discards clothes when he’s changing.  I imagine his body motions being similar to that of someone at a rave for all the random places I find his socks inside the tent.  He barely remembers to get his shoes off before entering the tent.  It’s a good stretch for an “everything in its place” type of person like me.  I’m so glad I’m at a place in life when I can handle this and roll with the punches a little better.  The 22-year-old me would have been an overbearing micro-manager to a kid like Kyle.  I’m amazed at what situations I’ve been able to just let go on.

By some miracle, his shorts weren’t stinking, and they were just barely damp, so we were good to go after all.  I had heard that the Wishon Lake water levels were low, but that Courtright Lake might be a better spot for the day.  It was beautiful.  Kyle wasn’t thrilled about the work to set up and inflate the kayak, but he did it.  I think he enjoyed kayaking, he just wanted to be back playing airsoft, but I figured it was good to get him away from firearms for a little while.  He was almost no help paddling, and almost tipped us several times by dipping the paddle too far into the water, but his technique improved over the afternoon.

We paddled around and then pulled over to a different shore for a water and snack break.  We talked to a couple people hanging out nearby.  Then we got back in the kayak and paddled all the way across the lake to this huge rock near the opposite edge.  It was probably 40 feet tall and I wondered about the potential for rock jumping from it.  Not something we would do today, but a thought for the future.

We started out with me in front and him in back.  After our break, I switched spots with him.  Then when he complained, I’d splash him with a little lake water.  After two or three times, he quit complaining.

We got back to the dock and carried the kayak to the car to clean it out and deflate it.  Then we headed back to the camp, eating our lunch on the way.  He had been in such a hurry for the next airsoft war that he refused to look at the lunch fixings to tell me what he wanted, so I got him to agree to eat whatever I brought without complaining.  I made three completely different sandwiches that I would eat so that I’d have two I liked and a reasonable chance of him liking one of them.  He wanted PB&J, so that left a turkey/mustard and a roast beef/mustard for me.  When we got back, he bounded out of the car and I loaded him with stuff to carry before he ran off, which the explicit instructions to hang up the wet towels.

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Okay, this has been lingering for awhile unfinished, so in the interest of finishing this off quickly, here are the highlights of the remainder of the trip:

Kyle didn’t hang up the towels as instructed, and later ran off to his secret spot in spite of my instruction for him to wait for me.  Because of the repeated disobedience/not-listening, I laid down the law for no airsoft for the rest of the night.  He still pushed the envelope, and ended up being limited to staying by my side the rest of the evening.  He was bummed, but I knew he needed consistency in discipline more than he needed fun.  It was a rough evening for us both.  When I sent him to bed, I went and talked to him to clarify the distinctions between the discipline over disobedience being out of my love for him, and desiring him to grow up and obey Christ.  I tried to just say it succinctly and not drag out the point.  Then I prayed with him, and he went to sleep.  Todd and I played cards for a little while that evening, and a couple more guys joined us for awhile.

The next morning, Kyle was permitted to play airsoft again.  I made him pack and intermittently help with tear-down, but tried to give him ample time to play.  We stayed longer than I planned, but oh well.  I had more time to talk with the other dads and he had more time to play.  On the way down, he got a little car sick.  This guy is amazing.  He vomited in a bag and then softly announced that he had thrown up.  I had no mess in my car to clean up, no screams or sudden scares coming from the backseat or anything.  So I pulled over, hydrated him, got him to walk around and breathe deeply.  He even commented that he thought this was the same place he got carsick last year on the way down.  When he was ready, we got back on the road.  Thankfully he passed out pretty quickly so I didn’t have to continue taking the turns as gently all the way home.  He slept all the way home.

Myers-Briggs

For my seminary class on Servant Leadership this summer, we’re taking a lot of self-assessments to better understand our spiritual gifts, aptitudes, temperament, etc.  This is in hopes of understanding our ideal areas of ministry service, but also to develop an awareness of how to interact with others who are and aren’t just like us.

One of these tests is the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator (MBTI).  I took this back in my freshman and junior years and FPU.  Both times I registered as an extreme ISTJ (Introverted Sensing Thinking Judging).  I remember so well because a fellow ISTJ at FPU that I also ended up working with in our first job out of college was shocked at how extreme my scores were in comparison to hers.

MBTI really seeks to avoid pigeon-holing people into a certain temperament type, but rather give general tendencies of one’s temperament, and that includes a list of potential careers that might suit that MBTI profile.

I took the test again last week.  I was just barely still an ISTJ per that test.  My “I” (introvert vs extrovert) and “T” (thinking vs. feeling) scores were still pretty weighted, but I was just off the center line on the other two categories.  The book we’re reading recommended following up the assessment be reading the eight classifications to affirm our calculated MBTI profile.  Surprisingly, my “I” and “T” scores were the ones I wasn’t so sure on anymore.  The descriptions of the other two (that calc’d in the middle range) seemed to describe me pretty well.

So I decided to look up the “what-if?”  MBTI offers a lot of descriptions on the 16 various profiles that exist.

Portrait of an ISTJ – Introverted Sensing Thinking Judging – The Duty Fulfiller

ISTJs have one character trait which puts them at a definite advantage in terms of career success - Perseverance. An ISTJ can do almost anything that they have decided to do. However, there are areas in which they will function more happily and naturally. An ISTJ will do best in a career in which they can use their excellent organizational skills and their powers of concentration to create order and structure. ISTJs seem to fit extremely well into the Management and Executive layer of the corporate business world.

Possible Career Paths for the ISTJ:

Business Executives, Administrators and Managers

Accountants and Financial Officers

Police and Detectives

Judges

Lawyers

Medical Doctors / Dentists

Computer Programmers or Systems Analysts

Military Leaders

Portrait of an ESFJ – Extraverted Sensing Feeling Judging – The Caregiver

The ESFJ has two primary traits which will help define their best career direction: 1) they are extremely organized and enjoy creating order, and 2) much of their self-satisfaction is gotten through giving and helping others. Accordingly, they will do well at tasks which involve creating or maintaining order and structure, and they will be happiest when they are serving others.

Possible Career Paths for the ESFJ:

Home Economics

Nursing

Teaching

Administrators

Child Care

Family Practice Physician

Clergy or other religious work

Office Managers

Counselors / Social Work

Bookkeeping / Accounting

Administrative Assistants

I know that no temperament test is a complete or true picture of whom one is, but I found it pretty interesting that I’m probably more attracted to the breadth of the careers in the ESFJ list than the ISTJ list.  Blew my mind a little.  Maybe I have more extrovert tendencies in me than I thought.

Father/Son Campout 2013, Part 1

Every year, my former church does a father-son campout at Wishon Lake.  It’s an awesome campsite, in close proximity to two lakes, lots of hiking trails and some rock-climbing sites.  The site has several tent pad surrounding four or five fire pits.  There’s a kitchen area in the middle, along with a pair of bathroom stalls, and several water spigots sprinkled throughout the camp.

I went once, six years ago, with my dad.  Dad drove up for the weekend and we had a pretty good time together, but my dad doesn’t enjoy not being able to take showers, and we capsized a kayak, nearly drowning, so we decided not to repeat the ordeal.  I’ve always been a little bummed not being “eligible” to attend, but I figured one day my turn would come again.

My friend Tiffany is a single mom to Kyle (9) and Josh (7).  Last year Tiffany’s brother took the boys, but wasn’t in town this year, so I offered to take them.  I’ve been Josh’s Sunday School teacher, and Kyle’s VBS leader, and have hung out with them on a few occasions since.

So this past weekend I took Kyle on the trip.  Josh didn’t want to be away from Mom, but Kyle wanted to go.  Both boys are a little hyperactive and have some behavior issues, so I wasn’t sure whether or not just having Kyle was a good thing or not.  On one hand, there’s only one boy to keep track of, but on the other, there’s no sibling to entertain him on the drive (2 hours each way).

I picked up Kyle at 2:30 on Friday, and Tiffany walked me through his luggage so I would know where everything is.  Before we loaded up the car, we let Mom get all her pictures in of her baby’s departure.

My friend Cory sent me a text as I was leaving to ask if dinner was provided on Friday.  Her husband Bryan and their two boys Cole (9, Kyle’s best friend) and Quentin (7 on Saturday) were 30 minutes en route.  Thankfully that prompted me to realize that it wasn’t, Bryan and I each stopped to pick up respective dinners for us and our kids.

The drive was uneventful.  Kyle and I talked for about half of the drive.  He filled me in on what he’d been doing for the summer, I explained a little about my job and what I’d been doing, and then he filled me in on everything he was planning to do this weekend (hanging out with Cole, going to their secret hideout, playing spoons and playing airsoft).  He read for a little while, and without too many “are we there yets?” we arrived.

We ate dinner with the Bryan, Cole & Quentin and then set up our respective tents.  Todd arrived shortly thereafter with Derek & Griffin (twins, 6).  Bryan had brought a hammock, so we were not wanting for comfort.

Apparently Tiffany pulled Kyle’s airsoft gun out of his bag without him knowing it, because Kyle was nearly despondent over not having it, but he wasted no time in convincing another kid to lend him a spare gun.  Kyle is nothing if not resourceful.

I took the time to catch up with the other dads.  I miss this group of guys now that I’m no longer at CBC, but I’m grateful for opportunities like this to reconnect.  I met Alex, a guy visiting from Brazil, who will be staying in my house while he takes English classes for the next month.  CBC’s executive pastor Matt arranges these situations with a friend he met while doing a missions trip in Brazil years ago, so that Brazilian’s can come to America, take some English classes and do some touristy stuff while visiting.  Matt arranges host families for these guys/girls, and asked me to host the guy who was visiting this time.

Later in the evening, Kyle organized a game of spoons with the other kids in our firepit area.  I know he’s good at this game, but I’m reasonably sure he was cheating.  But since all the other kids seemed to be cheating as well in one form or another, there was no money on the tree stump, and none of us dads wanted to bother to police every little detail, we let it go.

We sent the kids to bed around 9.  I prayed with Kyle and then crawled back out to talk with the other dads.  Two other families had set up tents in our area.  I crashed for some short-lived sleep a little while later, and then was wide awake for most of the night.  Ugh, oh well.

Seattle & Joy's Graduation - Day 4

Amy and I awoke and left her uncle’s house at 3:30 a.m. to catch our flight home.  Ugh, I was so anxious for these early mornings to be over.  We dropped the rental car off, but I forgot my lumber support pillow in the front seat and didn’t figure it out until we were going through security.  By that time, it was too late to turn around.  As I recall, our first flight to San Francisco was uneventful, but with how the rest of the day would be unfolding, I no longer remember the first flight.  I know that I finished my knitting square, and did some more Sudoku puzzles.

This time we had some cushion in our layover, so I pulled out my United Club passes that I received as a perk of having a United credit card, and we got to hang out in the United Club lounge while we waited.  Free continental breakfast, free wireless, and comfy chairs to rest in.

We walked out about a half hour before our flight was scheduled to depart and when we looked at the board to verify the gate, we saw that the flight was delayed an hour.  So we shrugged and went back into the lounge.  After said hour, I got an auto call from United saying our flight had been canceled.  Another perk of the lounge: a whole service desk available only to people in the lounge.  So where usually there’s only one or two people serving everyone at a gate, there were three people helping a much smaller group of us.

The next two flights home were booked.  They wouldn’t rent us a car because of the liability issue (if I crash, United could be on the hook).  But they were going to arrange a shuttle bus.  Details pending, we went back to sit down.  An hour later, we still hadn’t been paged or anything, so we went back up to the desk.  Round and round we went.  We were just about to give up, rent a one-way car on our dime and drive, when a seat opened up on the 1:30p flight.  I put Amy on it, and—for the first time—the clerks offered a standby option.  Then a seat opened up on the 8:30p flight, and they booked me for that so I’d have a reserved seat and then issued me a standby ticket for 1:30p.

We went over to our gate for the 1:30p flight.  While we were waiting, I saw one of my FPU professors!  He was on his way home from China and had been traveling even longer than we had.  We talked for awhile until we boarded.  I was number 5 on the standby list, but I got on!  People were missing this flight because their flights into SF had been delayed or cancelled, so that’s how so many seats opened up.

We finally arrived home, a few hours later than planned, but it worked.  Amy’s sister picked us up with four of Amy’s five kids coming direct from school.  They dropped me off at home first.  The first thing I noticed was how tall my grass was, so I kept Titus with me to help with some yard work.  We got the lawn mowed and a little other clean-up done, and then I took him home.

Then I asked my friend and neighbor Greg to help me transport cars.  Heidi had driven to my house on Friday.  I wanted to get her car back to her apartment so that I could take her directly home when I picked her up at 10p that night without her having to do more driving.  I ended up leaving my car there so I could clean out Heidi’s car a little for her before picking her up.

I picked Heidi up.  She had to walk to me from the walk-out area to the cell phone waiting area because her cell phone had died and she couldn’t call to tell me she was ready.  I dropped her off and then drove home to sleep so I could tackle Tuesday.  Phew!  I did it!  Travel blog done!