By: Paul S. Cilwa | Viewed: 1/26/2021 Occurred: 4/26/2020 |
Topics/Keywords: #Coronavirus #Maui | Page Views: 259 |
Who cares how dangerous it is. Let the kids fly! |
So, today is the day Jenny and the kids left on a private jet for Arizona. And I was needed to help out with logistics. Specifically: Zach's truck needed to be returned to the property. So I volunteered to spend a last night at Jenny's B&B (while Keith remained on property with the dogs), from which I would help take them to where their jet was to take off, then drive Zach's truck home.
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The kids, of course, were excited to be going home. They miss their kittens and Uncle John (who's been living in their house during quarantine and taking care of the cats).


The place from which the jet was to take off was found, but the jet wasn't there. It was, in fact, still in Honolulu (on a different island).

I am always amazed at the relaxed way the kids wait for things. They are truly seasoned travelers.

At last we were told the jet would be landing shortly so we gathered at the fence to watch for it.



A security guy on a golf cart drove us to the jet.

It's certainly nicely appointed.

And then they were gone.
While in town, I'd been tasked with removing the last few items from Zach's storage unit and putting them in the Solar Shed on the property (when it's finally, actually, completed). I then made the long trip back to the property.
The dogs, Keith, and I will be staying here alone for the indefinite future.