Florida will never be the same. Catherine and Basil finally landed late this afternoon.
It was a victory of sorts for them both. Basil reports his group of 12 boys is nice and listens. (Fingers crossed that remains the case, and that Catherine’s chaperone is sending a similar message to her spouse.)
Catherine overcame her anxiety about the flight and was able to report the trip was fairly uneventful.
Funny how in the hours before the trip, she was every ounce of Basil’s procrastination, but when push came to shove, she was channeling her mom’s hangups!
Thanks to technology, we were able to stay in touch throughout the day.
“In the Bronx,” Basil texted me from the bus.
“In Stamford,” I replied.
“At airport,” he texted later.
“At my desk,” I quipped.
Catherine took this picture of herself waiting at the airport and sent it to me with the caption, “I’m reading.”
(When, exactly, will she finally realize I’m not an imbecile?!)
She also snapped this image out the plane window and posted it on Facebook.
I took this picture of the work so far in her bedroom wall and sent it to both of them.
It’s hot there. And there are palm trees, their various text messages reported.
It’s cold and raining here, I sent back from the couch where I’d tucked into PJs and some supper after setting the kitchen to rights, washing a load of towels and vacuuming the downstairs bathroom.
The itinerary tells me they are now on their way to see some of Disney’s magic for a few hours before lights out at midnight.
Can’t wait to hear all about it.