As with most trips, it had its ups and downs.
—Got the same fever blister that’s appeared every three years since I was 45. I thought those things were for kids.
—Our flight home from D.C. to DFW was almost diverted to a site unbeknownst to us because of bad weather also unbeknownst to us. However, our pilot was kind enough to inform us we’d been circling for some time and that we were RUNNING OUT OF FUEL!!
—Upon arrival at DFW, we discovered our flight to Waco had been cancelled (because of the same non-existent bad weather), so we had to pay $160 to hitch a ride on the “Waco Streak.” How could I have known the real excitement lay ahead?
—When we finally got home (see the UPS list), no one at the toll-free number for lost baggage knew where or when our bags would show up. When asked to describe the contents, all I could think of was “lots of dirty clothes.”
Minor DOWN—my husband accidentally stepped on the goody bag of chocolate kisses I was bringing to my mother-in-law. So what if I’d already eaten all the peanut butter cups and my share of the kisses. She wouldn’t have to know that.
—No more fever blisters for another three years
—Got home safely. Met the last flight of the evening in hopes we’d get our luggage off the conveyer belt before the dirty-underwear thieves materialized. Lucked out—bags were there. Hope they enjoyed the flight.
—But the biggest UP of the conference itself, by far, was meeting so many of the women I’d known for the past few years only through my online writing group. Every one of them was even nicer than I’d anticipated. Helpful, friendly, fun, intelligent, creative…. Yes, I could go on, but all good things must end.
Now that I’ve caught up on the laundry and grocery shopping, I’m also reveling in being home.
As I like to say: “Home is where my stuff is.”