Ky, Cincy and Minnie’s excellent adventure

Remember my Atlanta trip from hell? After that, I swore I’d never fly standby again. From now on, only confirmed seats for this Kazamommy. So I forked over my frequent flyer miles and to my surprise my only option to get to Cincinnati was to transfer in Detroit. We’re talking a fast connection—25 minutes—in that time I had to hop a tram, take the escalator and walk through the tunnel to terminal B. Normally this wouldn’t be a problem, but the pneumonia left me short of breath, so even with an inhaler I’d be hard pressed. At the gate, I pleaded my case and, lo and behold, I was reassigned to a non-stop flight and my new seat was in FIRST CLASS. I arrived in Cincinnati a happy girl.

After Ky Karen picked me up from the airport, we headed north to meet up with Cincy Karen. We spent almost three glorious hours at an outdoor café chatting over nummy Thai food. It’s been five (count ‘em) months since I’ve been outside for any length of time. Needless to say, I was in heaven. To spend time with these two wonderful women (who get what I’m going through with Garrett) in the warm sunshine, surrounded by GREEN grass, budding trees and colorful tulips. We had real adult conversation. (Some of which was about the Kazamommies in blogland—were your ears ringing? Ha.)

Eventually we hit the road. Our destination? Hocking Hills State Park in Central Ohio. At one point, Ky was remarking about some guy on our tail when Cincy (chief navigator) told her we missed our turn off. Spotting a u-turn ahead, Ky suddenly pulled off onto the grass median. I’m in the backseat, bracing myself for a rear-end collision when I looked up and saw this. Not only were we kept safe from harm’s way, but Minnie found Jesus in Central Ohio. Stay tune for Part II.