I am often mocked in my family for my early preparations when I travel. I am usually packed ahead of time, and I prefer to be at the airport at least an hour early. Otherwise I get anxious, and the travel is not as enjoyable for me. So, to get ready for my trip to Seattle today, I packed yesterday morning, and even went so far as to lay out my clothing for today. I set the alarm last night so I'd be up in plenty of time.
The alarm did not go off. I woke up at 8:26 (I
never sleep that late!). My flight was at 9:35. Holy smoke! I bolted out of bed, and after a brief glance in the mirror knew I had to shower and wash my hair. I got a haircut yesterday. The woman who cuts my hair put so much hairspray in that I was afraid to be near an open flame. Consequently this morning the hair was a complete nightmare. I jumped in the shower, washed my hair, and hurriedly dressed. I realized it would be cutting it close at the airport (it's a good 30 minutes from my house). So I quickly had Ray put all my stuff in a smaller suitcase that I could carry on. Then I had to pull the liquids out so I could get through security. All that was done quick as a wink, and we were in the car, ready to go by 8:32 (six minutes).
Ray drove at a fairly sedate pace for him. Traffic was bad at that time of the morning, but we arrived at the airport by 9:05. By now I was very relaxed - security at the Salt Lake airport is very efficient, and usually very fast to get through. I walked in - oh no - a very long line. Well, they
were efficient, and I got through by 9:20. I dashed to my gate - why are they always so far? And I walked right to my place in line (Southwest airlines). 30 seconds later I was on the plane. Whew! Who would have thought?
Once on the plane, I opened my book and began to read. This is standard travel procedure for me. Free, uninterrupted time to read - what more could I want? The captain came on with the usual info. Blah, blah, weather, visibility, etc. I thought, "who cares about all this stuff? Just fly the plane". At about that time what he was saying started registering in my little brain. There was no visibility in Seattle, and we were being diverted to Portland. Diverted we were. Then they combined our flight with another flight. After a few hours in the Portland airport, we got back on the plane and I finally landed in Seattle only four and a half hours later than scheduled. Luckily I had an extra book (more standard travel procedure), and could start a new one when I finished my other one.
Then I went to catch the shuttle to my parents' house. Luck was with me there. I only had to wait five minutes until the next shuttle. I arrived at my parents at 5:00 p.m. instead of noon. So much for the afternoon together! But I did arrive safe and sound, and thankfully had my luggage with me so nothing got lost.
Hopefully the rest of my trip will be uneventful. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that Beth won't go into labor until I get back...