Home Again, Home Again Jiggity Jog
I took the Red Eye from LAX this morning. That is, leaving at 9:30 pm LA time and arriving at 9:30 am SC time, the next day. Today. And my 49 year old face shows it. There is no amount of pricey Airbonne toner that can effectively refresh this tired visage. But, I don’t care. In spite of the fatigue and furor of air travel, I do like to get out and go. I like packing the little black rolling bag. I like picking out my Chico’s indestructible, uncrushable travel wear ( blue or black) with some spiffy bangles. I like packing the enormous airline tote bag with magazines, protein bars, dollar bills for tipping, and about 5 pounds of other stuff. I like seeing my old and new friends when I return to a school district to consult or to a conference to keynote. The energy is good. I don’t know all their secrets and they don’t know mine. We are all friendly and professional and on our best behavior for 48 hours and in a way, it is restful. I even like taking a taxi. Why? Because, as my daughter Carolyn the astute new attorney notes: “You don’t HAVE to talk to anyone…..but no, that probably wouldn’t stop you would it?” Haaaa. Fooled you. I sat in quiet retrospection for 30 minutes on the LA freeway on Sunday……thinking…..just thinking…..and it was good. But, now I’m home. Thanks to Delta and Air Tran and the Good Lord. Three loads of laundry and lunch with my sweetie. Also good. Home again. Home again. Jiggity jog. Did I mention that I made plane reservations for Orlando and DC before I took a nap? Can’t let my “skills” as the great Napoleon Dynamite says…..get rusty.
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