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My Friday plan to take my father, who had been here for a ten day visit ("It was when the flights were the cheapest!"), to the airport to put him on a 1:45 flight. We arranged for him to amuse himself downtown until noon, and then he would swing by the office.
By 8:30 or 9:00 in the morning, it was snowing pretty good. In Albuquerque, mind you, which means that systems shut down. The weatherman said it would let up by 11:00 a.m., turning to rain. At 10:00 a.m., the Boss said the office was closing at noon. At 10:30, Boss said the office was effective immediately.
I drive around downtown Albuquerque looking for him, and return to the office at the appointed site a half-hour early. A half-hour late he appears saying "I rang the doorbell twice and no one came!" We drive to the airport, where the ticket agent says that as of that minute, his flight is scheduled to leave. By the time we get to the gate, the flight has been canceled. No problem. We'll just get him on the next flight. Turns out the next flight is the following Wednesday, five days later!
While we retrieve his bags, I call Roomie and ask her to please find him a flight that leaves sooner. By the next morning, 12-13 inches of snow blanket everything, leaving branches on top of the house, the garage, the adobe shed, and all over the driveway and yard. But it looks nice.
The snow slows, Pop gets on his plane, and the weatherman says that the snow should melt overnight. The next day, it is 14 degrees outside. I am not expecting the snow to melt any time soon.
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