The Blues

     I feel odd. I’m prepared. Which is new for me: not preparation as a whole, but having all my personal affairs in order ahead of time. I mean, if I were to be wearing a sash, it would state, in big, bold, elegant letters-Miss Procrastination. Don’t get me wrong, when it comes to work, or doing something for others I’m usually Miss Punctual but for some reason I have a propensity to push the clock. I don’t necessarily get off on the drama of deadlines or anything but I do usually tend to wait until the last minute; I have in the past anyway, I’m working on that. Hence, me being so prepared.

     Okay, I’m rambling, I know. Just think of it as an outlet for all my nervous energy. My bags are packed and weigh the appropriate amount, which was a fun little event in itself. Last night, I took my luggage to the airport for a dry run. I wanted to be sure that my checked bag did not exceed the limit. I heaved my bag up onto the scale and the readout stated in bright red letters 50.0 lbs. I had a brief moment of panic since the airlines website stated that for international flights the restriction was 44 lbs. However, the attendant working the desk said, “Right on the money.” So I checked, and yep, the international restrictions are-in fact-fifty pounds. Whoo hoo! Apparently packing is not a lost art with me, as I once previously thought.

     Then I preceded the gullible portion of the evening. I moved to take some of the airlines little paper/plastic name and address tags so that I could have them labeled already. The attendant told me in a very authoritative and commanding voice that they were now charging a quarter a piece for those things.

     “Yeah, right.” I quipped fairly sarcastically.

     “No, seriously. We’re charging for everything now.” (Again with the convincing tone)

This logic did not escape me. Airlines DO charge for everything. So, yes, I will admit to falling onto the susceptible train. My eyebrows shot up and I said a quick never mind. When my back was turned to him, he called out, “Kidding, kidding.”

Cue my very heartfelt, “Ha. Ha.”

     The gentleman in line behind me even said, “Remind me never to play poker with you.”

Go ahead, laugh. I am.

     

      For my last day in the States for a while, I spent the morning cleaning and finalizing my packing endeavor. Now, in about an hour, I will pick up Gracie and spend the afternoon with her. I’m not sure what’s on the schedule for tonight. I imagine I’ll probably post one more time from the airport. For now…I’ve got the ‘last day blues’.