No crying babies, either, although several of them were nearby. I even slept for the entire flight – thanks, generic Benadryl* caplet!
The winds were with us from Anchorage to Seattle, and we made it in about three hours. As I walked into the terminal I checked a monitor and realized my next flight was leaving from the same gate. Easy enough.
I ate the breakfast I’d packed** (buttered roll, apple), walked around for a while to get my legs working, and then got back on the plane and went back to sleep. About two and a half hours later I was on the ground in Phoenix.
The captain announced the temperature at 79 degrees. Manageable, I thought. But by mid-afternoon, when my daughter and I went out in search of FinCon16 clothing, it had got a lot hotter.
Hot enough that I thought, “This is definitely warmer than 79.” But since desert heat is a tricky animal, I had no way of knowing it was 102 degrees. That is, until my daughter checked the weather.
Just as northerners chuckle at those who find 30 degrees so cold, no doubt Phoenix residents would snicker at my discomfort. “Oh, this isn’t hot. Wait until it hits 112!”
And it really wasn’t unbearable – but it wasn’t what I would have chosen from a menu of ideal temperatures, either. Each time we stepped into an air-conditioned store I made what my daughter calls “the Phoenix noise.” Huhhhhaaaahhhhh….
The first stop was Walgreens for bottled water because we are bad frugalists who forgot to bring agua from home. I drank just over a quart of H20 in about 40 minutes and didn’t feel at all waterlogged. In fact, I still felt a little thirsty. Keep forgetting how easy it is to get dehydrated here, especially for someone who’d flown all night.
The heat would have been even more manageable had I put on my light cotton slacks vs. my jeans. Slow learner me. Fortunately we weren’t outdoors that much and I didn’t develop heat rash.
Abby wound up buying one knit shirt of a rich royal blue. Although I tried on a few things I couldn’t find anything flattering. Keep forgetting how much I hate shopping, too.
Technically I didn’t need anything; I brought enough shirts to get me through the conference. But I have this fantasy that The Perfect Outfit exists and that one of these trips I’m going to find it. Realistically, shopping with my daughter is more a social occasion than a true quest.
Like cats and dogs
Got lots of sleep last night and I’ve enjoyed playing with their puppy, an animal that can’t quite understand why the middle-aged cat doesn’t want to play. When Patches hisses and growls and slaps at her, Pandora takes that as, “Let’s play the pawing game! You paw at me and I’ll paw at you!” So she’ll tap the cat with her front foot and get another growl and another slash.
Even more amusing is watching the head game: Pandora leans in as though to kiss Patches and the cat growls and whips her head out to bite. Generally Pandora backs away in time, but she really does think this is a game. Eventually she’ll get nipped or the cat’s claws will connect and we’ll hear a high-pitched “yiiipe!”
No sympathy from either of her owners. Patches has thus far not even drawn blood. She’s just saying, “Back off” the only way she knows how. Eventually the two will learn to co-exist.
Should be interesting as the puppy gets larger, though – especially since one of her new games is to stand or lie down on the cat. Since Pandora will have some serious size on her one day, there may be blood.
We leave tomorrow for FinCon16. Once I’m there I’ll be posting about where to gather on Wednesday before the conference’s open-to-the-public Money Meetup. Hope to see some of you there.
*This caplet cost just under two and a half cents. Since I don’t get motion sickness, my issue was sleep rather than nausea prevention. The active ingredient in Benadryl (and its generic form) is the same as in stuff like Advil PM. Those hours of slumber were worth every two point five pennies.
**The last time I checked, a toasted airport bagel with airport butter was something like $5. No thanks.