We flew into Logan yesterday. It was a rougher flight than it needed to be. First off Anne’s ticket agent (me) screwed up and didn’t enter her TSA trusted passenger number, when I booked her flight. So, she got turned away in the faster line and had to wait in the slower line with me. After we got to the gate, Anne volunteered to get me a coffee, but returning with the full cup, its lid popped off and all of the coffee poured out onto the floor. Strike two! Strike three hit on landing. It was a bumpy ride all the way from the Lou, but landing in a wicked crosswind was the worst. We bounced twice and it felt like we were tipping over. The pilot righted the aircraft and hit the thrust reversers hard. They say any landing you can walk away from is a good one. It is even better when you can catch ride. Dave picked us up.

Later, we picked up the boys from daycare and as usual we congregated with the other daycare families at a nearby park. While playing in the park, Anne snapped a photo of a Cooper’s hawk perched beside a squirrel. Sort of a reprise of yesterday’s pic, “Are You Kidding?”