I awoke this morning and said a little prayer that I would be guided to remember what was needed throughout the day.
The bags are packed, but all of a sudden I start thinking of the little things that should probably be checked, done, or calls made before I go.
There are the checks that need to be mailed – I know, no one mails a check these days, but that rent check for the kid in Ohio still has to go out.
Not wanting to leave anything in the fridge at work that would be left to grow for two weeks, I heated up the ham and bean soup that I still had in there. That is when the celestial guidance kicked in and reminded me that maybe that wasn’t the wise choice to have on the same day that I would be spending 18 hours in an enclosed space.
I might have made a page in a 4-H manual though. I gave it to my boss to eat. I should be leaving before that makes it through his system.
I set Beth’s guest blog to post the night of 04/29 since I will still be on the plane. I won’t be able to put the link on my Facebook page, so a couple of you might need to do that so it gets distributed.
Someone please check on Karen P. as her comments in the blog yesterday suggests she might have had a stroke or needs someone to guide her through her channeling of Sven and Olga, or it’s just a cry for help. We’ll have a Mom’s night when I get back to really make fun of that one.
Wilma phoned me this morning warning me for the nth time to not bring any food into the country with me. What’s a bag of jerky? Fine, Fine, I will leave any uneaten snacks or portions thereof on the plane. It’s not like it won’t be cleaned and still be in the country for Pete’s sake.
I’ve made it to my gate in plenty of time. Barney and Bam Bam drove me here and came in for one more meal together. It was adequate–nothing to blog about.
Say prayers and keep good thoughts for pleasant plane rides.
Wilma, see you soon!
Okay. Adding a bit from the first flight: just because I can.
The flight to San Francisco gets off quickly. I love the feel of the jet engines as they roar into full power and you feel the G forces as if to leave the last remnants of where your leaving behind and forces you to feel the propelled momentum of the destination your suddenly hurling towards.
I don’t think that I have flown westward in almost eighteen years. We went to San Diego over Barney’s 40th birthday. Of course I completely forgot it was his birthday until we returned – but that is just a chapter in a whole book of stories where I mess up a birthday. We’ll save those for another time.
I am totally engrossed in the landscape below me – window seat- as the plains give way to the mountains with still fresh snow. We get to the Divide and the setting sun is lighting the majestic peaks that are so rugged and glorious right there that I nearly get teary eyed at the shear beauty of them.
I try to figure out the landscape as we fly over mountain ranges and bodies of water and can guess a few times where it is that I’m viewing but am never quite sure.
I have resolved that I am to stay awake on this flight so that my body is more willing to succumb to sleeping on the long leg to Sydney. I start the audio book that the library sent to me just before I left.
My seat is just behind the wing and so the drone of the engines is loud. With the volume turned up and clouds gathering beneath us obscuring my view, I decide to close my eyes so that I may concentrate on just the words of the narrator.
Soon I become aware that there is another voice outside of the deep rich baritone of my reader. I open my eyes to see the stewardess stopped just a row away with the snack cart.
I straighten up and realize that I have a huge kink in my neck and perchance I might have missed a few minutes of story. A quick check of the time and Dang it if an hour hasn’t gone by!
We chase the setting sun all the way to the west coast