Buffalo Gal

I almost didn't get out of the Buffalo airport yesterday They temporarily shut down for a nasty little snow/fog combination that left several cars in the ditch on my way there.
My wheeled suitcase acted like a snowplow as I dragged it across the parking lot , lifting it every few feet to release the accumulated snow wedge.
Scraping-the-bottom-of-the-frequent-flyer-miles-barrel routed meto Cinncinnati for a long layover and Atlanta for a end of terminal B to opposite end of terminal T windsprint. I arrived in Jacksonville after midnight. My luggage got there this afternoon.
Of all the things I missed on lovely St. Simons Island , a couch was apparently near the top of the list, I slept most of today. I woke up in time for dinner and volunteered to go to the grocery store for some fresh bread.
Driving the scant half-mile it seemed someone had been playing with my color balance. The ultra blue of the sky, a rainbow of azaleas, and green, green grass was giving me a headache.
All the cars in the parking lot were late model, sparkling clean and from the better automotive families. Not a speck of rust or road salt in the bunch.
In the store, perfect orthodonthia and pastel resortwear ruled. There were three women in tennis whites... and they weren't even together.
No need to check the Lilly Pulitzer website for this year's fashion, it was on parade in the produce section. I felt otherworldly with my shower-slicked hair, leather flipflops, over-sized golf shirt and shorts. An over-aged exchange student allowed admittance by someone's charitable foundation.
I really lived here?
But I talked to Carol today... freshly tart in the middle of her weekly column. We made plans for a late lunch after it's filed tomorrow. Bobby was running out on a photo assignment but promised to be by ASAP to catch up. Peggy was at the store and will set aside some afterwork time for wine and discussion. Rog just called and will talk to Anne tonight about when the four of us will get together. Jen stayed up late to come to Jacksonville with Charlie to pick me up this morning and chattered all the way home. Charlie had a bottle of champagne chilled when I walked in the door.
Next time I leave the house I'll remember my sunglasses.
I'm home.

Copyright 2005 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		2005-04-04 6:46 PM Living in The Truman Show I almost didn't get out of the Buffalo airport yesterday They temporarily shut down for a nasty little snow/fog combination that left several cars in the ditch on my way there. My wheeled suitcase acted like a snowplow as I dragged it across the parking lot , lifting it every few feet to release the accumulated snow wedge. Scraping-the-bottom-of-the-frequent-flyer-miles-barrel routed meto Cinncinnati for a long layover and Atlanta for a end of terminal B to opposite end of terminal T windsprint. I arrived in Jacksonville after midnight. My luggage got there this afternoon. Of all the things I missed on lovely St. Simons Island , a couch was apparently near the top of the list, I slept most of today. I woke up in time for dinner and volunteered to go to the grocery store for some fresh bread. Driving the scant half-mile it seemed someone had been playing with my color balance. The ultra blue of the sky, a rainbow of azaleas, and green, green grass was giving me a headache. All the cars in the parking lot were late model, sparkling clean and from the better automotive families. Not a speck of rust or road salt in the bunch. In the store, perfect orthodonthia and pastel resortwear ruled. There were three women in tennis whites... and they weren't even together. No need to check the Lilly Pulitzer website for this year's fashion, it was on parade in the produce section. I felt otherworldly with my shower-slicked hair, leather flipflops, over-sized golf shirt and shorts. An over-aged exchange student allowed admittance by someone's charitable foundation. I really lived here? But I talked to Carol today... freshly tart in the middle of her weekly column. We made plans for a late lunch after it's filed tomorrow. Bobby was running out on a photo assignment but promised to be by ASAP to catch up. Peggy was at the store and will set aside some afterwork time for wine and discussion. Rog just called and will talk to Anne tonight about when the four of us will get together. Jen stayed up late to come to Jacksonville with Charlie to pick me up this morning and chattered all the way home. Charlie had a bottle of champagne chilled when I walked in the door. Next time I leave the house I'll remember my sunglasses. I'm home. Copyright 2005 Judi Griggs Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top