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Once there, an outside skycap grabbed our big bag and checked it. Inside, as he said, was a madhouse. I hadn’t gotten around to make a reservation for TSA, but the lines didn’t look too long. As we walked over, an agent said the position in front of him was open. Not a person in line. (Like lemmings, everyone had just gotten behind someone else. We were going to too.) We waited less than a minute. At the X-ray machine, an agent told me to take off my boots since they had metal zippers and would set off the alarm. Nope. I said I was old and had metal in me and would likely set it off anyway. I got patted down, not for my boots, not for my knee, but something suspected in my shoulder. Who knows.
Unfortunately, Terminal B doesn’t have any decent restaurants, so we ate Burger King egg, cheese, and sausage croissants and hash browns for breakfast. I slept for most of the flight to Salt Lake City, even though I had a medium cup of BK coffee and another on the plane. That reinforced my hesitancy to pay for business or first class: we can sleep anywhere, pretty much anytime.
Being here: Teddy is absolutely adorable. Spaulding said I’d say it about any grandchild, and perhaps that’s true. However, in Teddy’s case, it’s because he is. Silky blond hair, chubbing up, that beautiful baby skin. Anyone would agree, he is adorable. We sat around admiring him.
It is in the high 20’s, so I was unenthusiastic about going out, plus we were tired from getting up at 2:45 this morning. Tomorrow we will begin to help with housework and then some exploring in the snow.
And more: Molly and Spaulding are in the throes of learning about Teddy. He is catching on to nursing, however is not as enthusiastic about sleeping. Or at least as much as they think a 7-week-old baby needs. Evidently, Friday night he was up a lot, which we slept through, but which wore his parents out. He grunts and whimpers some, but, while we have been here, has not come up with full-chested wails. I suggested that he was likely going through a growth spurt and needed to nurse constantly. Molly nursed him more, and Saturday night was a lot easier. I’m trying to emphasize that they are the Teddy experts and to temper any medical advice with the knowledge they have from being his parents. Perhaps they heard me. Somehow my having nursed 4 children doesn’t give me any credibility. Ah, well.
On other parts of the WMA, thousands of ducks and geese floated on open water. If I could ID waterfowl and had my scope, it would have been fun figuring out some of the many species swimming around. One side of the dike was a “waterfowl resting area” where all the birds were. The other side was open to hunting, with one hunter sitting in his blind, surrounded by his decoys, with nary a duck in sight. There were several hundred gulls on shore, probably California.
Later, Spaulding and Molly met friends for a hike which he said would be too much for us. (He has decided we can only walk in flat areas.) Since a 2-year-old went, I think we would have had a fighting chance, but whatever. We went to the grocery store Smith’s and bought chips and treats for the bowl games tomorrow. I found 3 flavors of beer salt (lemon/lime, cucumber chili lime, pickle) which one sprinkles in one’s beer. A woman standing there swore she loved it. What the heck, a new experience. Grant pooh-poohed it.
New Year’s Eve dinner for us was leftover Beef Wellington which Spaulding and Grant had made and roasted beets Molly grew. Delicious.
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