Sometimes life is pure comedy. Saturday morn came and found me still awake having been kept up by my sister’s friend. Hindsight says it was fortuitous as my alarms were not set properly. And hindsight says it was also pointless as the day turns out.
Got to the train station, waited for the train and said my tearful goodbyes to my sister. I got on board the quite car and settled in happily. Everything seems to go smoothly as I was writing and musing on my expected long goodbye to the East Coast. Until that is, the train stopped and went backwards. The announcement – trip was canceled. And I was screwed. Just that quick – screwed.
Turns out something happened in Richmond Va during the night and no trains could go past and thus my train was stuck. The mood in the cabin sunk as folks grumbled and got off the train and lit up the switchboard.
I had hoped they would bus me to my next destination. That was dashed repeatedly. Made the phone calls, did everything I could to stay upbeat. That wasn’t hard, this was a comedy farce. All I could was smile, shake my head, shrug and proclaim to all – This is an adventure!
Proceed the flurry of texts – arrangements for transportation – reviewing every train schedule all the while cracking jokes with the reps working with me. In the end, I called it. I had to take the plane. There was no other reasonable choice left.
So off to another adventure! I had been avoiding taking the plane for well – ever. So, I swallowed down my fear, just like I do every time I ride a roller coaster. I grinned, took a deep breath and blew it out as the plane taxied down the runway and barreled into the sky like a rocket! I grinned. I wanted to scream with laughter! Even watching from the window as the ground grew smaller, I was giddy. Exhilarating!
Although commercial plane seats suck, I enjoyed the trip. Even got told later I gone through some bad turbulence, it made me chuckle. I have spent way too much time playing FX to think what I experienced was “bad.” I understood where I was on the tarmac and understood every pop and vibration. I could see in my mind’s eye what the pilot was doing, where his hands were and what all he was doing. And now I’m convinced I need to go for my pilot’s license – just because it’s fun and I really do enjoy it.
Arizona is hot. There is no doubt about it. Yet I am finding I am liking it here more and more. I actually do go outdoors more now and far more willingly too. The lack of high humidity is a blessing. It’s taken me a few day to adjust to the altitude. It’s going to take me a lifetime to adjust to what the grocery stores have in stock. My biggest complaint – there is no fatback anywhere. A great many of my dishes rely on it for seasoning as a little goes a long way.
I am a long way from all I have ever known. Into the Unknown, I go!