Well, it’s not West Virginia, but I am going “home” this week to visit my mother and her beau, as well as my younger brother. Destination: Colorado Springs.
Although I really consider my “home” while growing up to have been my grandmother’s house in Northwood, Iowa, the place my parents moved while I was still in college is Colorado Springs. Unfortunately, they didn’t stay in that first house, and right when I considered it “home,” they moved to an area in town that was rather secluded, on a hill/mountain. After my father suffered a stroke, they decided to move “down,” off of that hill/mountain… which is now where my mother lives with her beau. (He’s terrific, by the way!)
The last time I was out visiting in Colorado Springs was last summer, when my daughter and I made a road-trip trek up to Pike’s Peak country. This year, however, I am flying solo. No, that’s just an expression… I’m not a pilot. And as those of you who have recently been on board our friendly carriers, there is absolutely nothing “solo” about flying these days.
Fortunately, I was able to book my tickets far enough in advance that I am “assured” of a window seat… Unfortunately, the airplanes I will be flying on are booked to the full capacity, so there will be someone in the middle seats… up close and personal, if you know what I mean!
As someone who could stand to lose several pounds… I am sure that the person in the middle seat will be chanting: “Please not here!” as I walk down the aisle, and stop right at his/her aisle’s side. I consider myself lucky to have booked all window seats on all four flights. Those people who waited to book their flights might learn a little something about procrastinating. If they had gotten their tickets (perhaps only a week earlier) they could be looking forward to having to walk in front of them in order to get to their seat by the window , and they could also look forward to scrunching themselves into the window/wall so that the person to their left/right can commandeer the arm rest.
Oh, oh… I am off task again! And, don’t even get me started about having to pay for your suitcase to be checked! Good Grief!!! Actually that payment warrants a GOOD GRIEF!!!!!!!!!!
Anyway, I am looking forward to seeing my mom, her beau, and my brother… and even my mom’s spaniel who does not like anyone invading his house. As a dog person, every time I see that little… rascal (?!?) I think that I will soon win him over. That hasn’t happened yet!
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