OK, I admit to being a scaredy-cat sometimes.
You know what scares me?
Winter roads. Icy roads. Freezing rain. Slushy driving. White-outs.
They all scare me so that I shake inside. My mind stills and knuckles grip the steering wheel. It feels like life and death sometimes. Can you make it to your destination?
Only the Universe knows.
I thought I was going to be a Major League Scaredy-Cat this morning.
Conditions are ripe for scaredy-cat behavior.
It’s snowing buckets.
(In between freezing rain.)
And I am supposed to–supposed to, mind you–fly out of the Upper Peninsula today aimed toward Florida and the loving hugs of my parents.
Who will win? Snow or plane?
Only the Universe knows.
My plane doesn’t disembark until afternoon. Anything could happen by then. Here is the radar loop. What would you guess? Pessimists need not reply, please.
There are only two flights winging upward from Houghton each day. If you get sacked from today’s flight, you’re usually scheduled for one of tomorrow’s flights. Unless they’re booked. In which case, you can drive four hours south to Green Bay through the raging snowstorm or you can continue to wait.
You can get really, really scared that your exciting plans to visit with your parents in Fort Myers Beach until Thursday departure for the “Destination Wedding” happens. We won’t even ponder missing the wedding, oh no.
Or you could put it in perspective. C’mon, Kathy, think wider. Is this the end of the world, scaredy-cat? People get cancer, starve, die, suffer daily. You are among the elite of the world to even entertain the possibility of flight to a tropical location. If the Universe decides to keep you in the Upper Peninsula, then the Universe knows best.
(“No, Universe, please no!”)
I wasn’t really a Major League Scaredy-Cat this morning on the drive north. It was quite surprising. I didn’t clench the steering wheel TOO hard–only a tiny bit of white-knucklin’ behavior. I actually felt–almost–no, not quite, but almost–calm. (I don’t feel so calm looking out the window now. Although have not reach Scaredy-Cat proportions yet.)
I sit with hazelnut latte (skim milk) surrounded by technology of all sorts. Rebel camera, TracPhone, laptop computer, at least three cords, mouse, oh heck, lots of other supplies. Backpack. Wallet–gosh, what’s my wallet doing sitting out on the counter? Put it away in your backpack, Kathy.
A 37.5 pound suitcase waits in the car. Another sack filled with travelin’ clothes like sneakers and a short sleeve shirt and sweater sits eagerly, defying that plane to miss us.
Let’s think of more cheerful days. You know how some of you wanted to see a photo of Catherine after yesterday’s post? You will be pleased to discover I found one. Who knows how old? On my 50th birthday, our son Christopher made me a CD filled with hundreds of photos. This picture was in the “50th birthday” file. So we were a bit younger then.
And I can guarantee we were not scaredy-cats that day!
P.S. It’s now Tuesday morning–just wanted you all to know I am safely in Florida and officially not a “Scaredy-Cat” any more!!!