Sunday wrapped up Cora's last unsupervised visit to Chicago. You read that right, Sunday was the LAST TIME Cora will be visiting me in Chicago, alone. Due to the logistics of the wedding and everything, Cora and her daughter, Gwen (our chaperone), will be visiting in April and that is it. After that, the next time she comes to Chicago will not me as a visit, it will be coming home.
So Sunday was an interesting day. After such an active Friday & Saturday, Sunday was a little tame. Sure, we decided on the wording for the invitations and all, but really, we just more or less hung out. Lunch at the place on the corner. A nice walk around the park. But then it came time for packing and leaving and smooching and sadness. But first a quick trip to The Container Store.
For no real purpose, other than I love the place, shop there a lot, and while there is one a few towns north of her, Cora had never been in one. Oh, and it got us on the road without completely being about going to that dang airport.
But, we eventually found ourselves at the airport, bag checked, and a few minutes of privacy before Cora had to head down the security lane. As I was heading to my car, I got an email asking me if I would be able to get on a conference call @ 7:00 for work. I was racing home, and kept checking the clock. I was going to be late. Maybe 5 minutes. Should I pull off and call from a parking lot? Should I just dial in late? Then I remembered the clock in my car was 6 minutes fast. I made it to the call with a minutes to spare.
And was on it until 11:30. Somewhere in there, I got a call. I flipped over on call-waiting, and heard Cora say, "I'm in Omaha." But she will tell you about that.