Buffalo Gal

Six individual flights, three time zones, three cities and two countries.
There are more relaxing ways to spend six days. But travel hassles are a necessary evil for a person allergic to sameness. Getting from point A to point B seems to get a little more complicated with each trip, but the only thing better than arriving to a new world of possibilities is arriving home with a new appreciation of what awaits there.
I was so happy to see old friends in Houston I forgot to take pictures, but my camera was in overdrive in Coastal Mexico, San Diego and Los Angeles. (New images coming at www.griggsfamily.com).
I shipped two cases of Two Buck Chuck (it tells you something when the shipping charge is more expensive than the wine) to myself along with a large box of dirty laundry to make room for my other acquisitions. (Yes, you can get a huge stained glass Buffalo Bills logo for your brother in Mexico, but no, you shouldn't sit on your soft-sided suitcase to close it after you have packed said stained glass).
My daughter is loaded up on all variety of gifts that seemed like a good idea at the moment. Because my husband works for the federal government I would not dream of bringing Cuban cigars home for him...
But I have the real treasures in my heart. In the people I saw and the moments we shared.
Yes, it was a hassle getting off the little plane from Dallas to Jacksonville after we had boarded because they discovered they had to change a tire. And I had to shake sand out of just about everything. And the cats have abandonment issues, thus are ignoring me. But the trip was more than worth the inconvenience.
The next trip is coming up in two days. It is not an adventure or a celebration, but a painful and difficult journey. This is not a detour I imagined I'd ever have to take and I don't know when or if things will ever return to a course I thought was inviolate.
I'm leaving a little of the LaJolla beach sand in my suitcase as a reminder that even if this course can't correct, the next journey will be good again.

Copyright 2004 Judi Griggs

Buffalo Gal Judi Griggs I'm a communications professional, writer, cynic, mother, wife and royal pain. The order depends on the day. I returned to my hometown in November 2004 after a couple of decades of heat and hurricanes. I can polish pristine copy, but not here. This is my morning exercise -- 20-minute takes without a net or spellcheck. It's easier than sit ups for me. No guarantee what it will be for you. Clicking on the subscribe link will send you an email notice when each new entry is posted.
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (0) Share on Facebook		2004-03-11 12:14 PM Time, travel and flat tires Six individual flights, three time zones, three cities and two countries. There are more relaxing ways to spend six days. But travel hassles are a necessary evil for a person allergic to sameness. Getting from point A to point B seems to get a little more complicated with each trip, but the only thing better than arriving to a new world of possibilities is arriving home with a new appreciation of what awaits there. I was so happy to see old friends in Houston I forgot to take pictures, but my camera was in overdrive in Coastal Mexico, San Diego and Los Angeles. (New images coming at www.griggsfamily.com). I shipped two cases of Two Buck Chuck (it tells you something when the shipping charge is more expensive than the wine) to myself along with a large box of dirty laundry to make room for my other acquisitions. (Yes, you can get a huge stained glass Buffalo Bills logo for your brother in Mexico, but no, you shouldn't sit on your soft-sided suitcase to close it after you have packed said stained glass). My daughter is loaded up on all variety of gifts that seemed like a good idea at the moment. Because my husband works for the federal government I would not dream of bringing Cuban cigars home for him... But I have the real treasures in my heart. In the people I saw and the moments we shared. Yes, it was a hassle getting off the little plane from Dallas to Jacksonville after we had boarded because they discovered they had to change a tire. And I had to shake sand out of just about everything. And the cats have abandonment issues, thus are ignoring me. But the trip was more than worth the inconvenience. The next trip is coming up in two days. It is not an adventure or a celebration, but a painful and difficult journey. This is not a detour I imagined I'd ever have to take and I don't know when or if things will ever return to a course I thought was inviolate. I'm leaving a little of the LaJolla beach sand in my suitcase as a reminder that even if this course can't correct, the next journey will be good again. Copyright 2004 Judi Griggs Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top