(Originally posted in Facebook on March 20, 2019)
We’re sitting at the airport, waiting for the first flight of this journey. I understand the “why” behind it, but air travel has become such an exercise in humiliation. After my full body scan, I got to have both arms and shoulders examined “up close and personally” by a TSA agent – which was fun for both of us. Sigh. This is when I’m looking for the Jetsons and my flying car.
Last night was a trial – that’s all I can call it. Trying to get packed and keep things light and breezy was almost more than I could do. At one point, M started a panicked search for his shaving kit, which took him all through the house. He finally found it in the kitchen.
Now, that does make sense, because when we’re going on car trips – say, to the beach – the packing of the car is launched from the kitchen. But we’re flying for this trip, so I told M to bring the kit upstairs so we could pack it.
Well, THAT didn’t make him happy. Then I pointed out he had a full size tube of toothpaste in there, which would probably get tossed. As you can imagine, things just got more and more tense.
We eventually got things back on an even keel, after a few tears on my part and some hugs.
One of my few recurring dreams involves a huge wave of water looming over me. It’s just off the beach and it’s so big that it’s all I can see, no matter what else I’m looking at on the shore. It never takes me down or drowns me, but it’s always there.
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