The original plans for my mother taking me to the airport have changed and she is unable to drive do to a reaction to something. My grandfather who doesn't have complete lung function is hopping mad he can't go because the humidity and heat would be too hard on him. In a dream he had he thought he was fishing and mistaken his fishing line for his oxygen tube the night before. So granny made a trip to town in order to replace it. She was not happy. And all that was in the the first couple hours this morning.
As of 9 AM a cousin will be coming to stay with PawPaw granny will take us halfway to the airport and a friend who I consider more of a sister, Evie, will spend a few hours with the girls and I. Then she will bring us to the airport. Now lets see what else happens before I go...Perhaps morning flights do have their perks.
To all those people I didn't get to see know you were in my thoughts and I really wanted to see you. I apologize. Maybe next trip.
Murphys law says "Anything that can go wrong will go wrong"
ReplyDeleteMurphy is definitely a good friend for every writer.
ReplyDeleteOk so we suffered a delay twice! Then the next day I had to move and took a spill on some concrete.
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