"...I'm ready to go." (keep humming John Denver as you read this post, please).
Make that "bag." Yes folks...I'm leaving on a jet plane.
I'm making a very quick trip up to Salt Lake for a birthday celebration for my grandpa. He's turning 87. Last week my mom called and said she thought I should come and offered for me to use a frequent flyer ticket to do so. We tried and tried to figure out a way that my family (the four of us) could drive up so we could all be involved, but all too quickly, it became apparent that it would be impossible. If I was going to go...I would have to use the free ticket and fly.
You may well be wondering why I'm not doing back flips, cartwheels, cheers and generally celebrating. I mean...I'm going to have two full days of 'freedom.' First of all...Ouch...that stuff would hurt! I'm too old for such behavior! Second, I've never gone anywhere, in my married life, without my husband or my children or both (this is the normal). I don't know what to do with myself. And of course, I can't just think..."Oh this is going to be fun." I have to worry about my husband and the kids and think that they can't live without me (when I really know they will all be just fine).
So...what I am saying is...I'm a bit nervous and maybe feeling a bit guilty. I hope I can just relax and have a nice time.
Oh and to all of you who have asked...thank you, I am feeling a bit better. At least the noise of the keyboard isn't echoing in my head today!