I'm cheating a little here. The story of this day is not yet concluded but I am writing about it now, anyway. Why? Because we are stuck at Logan, delayed by weather; that furtive Nicole, beating up the coast and throwing her weight around in high winds and blinding rains, ergo — airport chaos. Of which, oh joy, we get to be a part. So far the flight out of Boston to Cleveland is delayed by three quarters of an hour; the flight from Cleveland to Louisville delayed even more. And these facts change every second, like a woman changing her mind at the dress shop.
The thing about traveling at this time of year is that weather concerns blindside you. In the winter, when you're desperate to get out of the northeast and into the warm of Florida or the Caribbean, you expect it. If you live on an island 30 miles out to sea, it doesn't take winter. You expect it because the Cosmic Thumb always grinds down island dwellers with surprises like fog, high seas, iced-in harbors. They — ice aside — can happen any time of the years.
I recall one summer on Nantucket when fog was the calling card of every August morning. I recall, too, tales of Monday morning New York commuters heading for the 6 am plane to Boston being fogged out, then racing for the 6:30 boat and getting to the Cape two and a quarter hours later, taxi-ing to the airport and catching the plane to New York only to be diverted to Nantucket, where everything else was grounded.
So here we sit like birds in the wilderness. Pete vowing he will never fly again (a vow he has made innumerable times before but not, thank heaven, kept— vital to the wanderlust in me) and me entertaining myself talking to you. He informs me that our plane has landed. So, with a little luck and fewer wind gusts, we should be winging our way to beautiful Cleveland before too much longer. Who knows what's in store for us there?
I could dissemble over this, to be sure. There is, after all, a wedding at the far end of our rainbow. And this one, like my own if I failed to show, would not go unremarked. But there's only so much a girl can worry about. A life lesson learned way late in the game. But better late than never.
Ain't life odd?
Truffle: Having a water cooler moment, in which one of HILR classmates thanked me for a discussion contribution. Made my day.
Quote of the day: "Patience is the ability to idle your motor when you feel like stripping your gears." (Barbara Johnson)