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| Me printing the boarding pass this morning - save me from running around the airport tomorrow like a chicken with its head cutoff looking for the boarding pass machine |
Sounds like a movie title doesn't it? Actually that movie was "The Day After" wasn't it? Well, the "day after" for me will be when I have arrived in Los Angeles and am settled down in that cute little bed and breakfast in West Hollywood with Pat.
This morning I checked my flight status out of Philly. It's still on. I printed out my boarding pass. Now let's see if this works and I don't have to run around the Philly airport terminal looking to where I print my boarding pass like I did last August when I visit Pat in Toronto.
I didn't pre check my luggage either because I have that "approved" carry on size luggage. Yeah, let's see if THAT works. Keeping my fingers crossed on that one folks.
I'll be honest with you all and I am stressed right now. After I do this blog posting I'm going to try and zone out the rest of the day. Do something pleasurable like updating my Ancestry.com family tree account and/or updating my Find a Grave.com account.
One of my big worries now is that (don't mean to gross anyone out here) I have a BM before I leave Casa Tipton-Kelly at 4:15 AM tomorrow. I'm getting up at 3 AM (and yes, I will go to bed early but there is no guarantee that I will sleep). These days at my age and especially after my seed implants for prostate cancer, when I have to "go", I have to "go." I work my day around when I "go." Getting up that early in the morning totally disrupts my schedule but I have to get up that early to be ready for Monica, my co-worker who is transporting me to the Philly airport
You know, back in the Seventies I used to travel by plane out of Philly to Boston, then switch to a local puddle jumper to Provincetown, Mass. three of four times a year. I flew so often I had my routine down pat. I never thought much about it. And I certainly wasn't stressed. In fact, I can't even remember how I got to the airport. But I know it wasn't a problem, living in center city Philly.
These days, living at the bottom end of the Delmarva peninsula, where the airport shuttles costs $450 PLUS tip ONE WAY, it's not easy trick to get to the airport. Maybe someday Slower Lower will join the rest of the civilized world and have reasonable shuttle service to the airport but for now I have to lean on the goodwill of my co-worker Monica to do me this BIG favor.
I don't' want to go on too long here (my New Year's resolution to keep my blogs short) but I will try to spend the rest of the day lowering my stress levels. I've already printed out my boarding pass. I have a map of the Philly International airport. I know the terminal where I am supposed to go. So what's to worry about? Well, maybe that bathroom issue but other than that, this time tomorrow hopefully I'll be five miles up in the air squished in a tube with several dozen (or more) other human beings who don't have wings but are flying across the country.
By the way, one of the first movies Pat and I are going to see once we're settled in our bed and breakfast digs in West Hollywood is "High Anxiety." I saw that a few weeks ago for the first time and thought it was hilarious. I'll need to loosen up big time after this trip.
