Hello! Thanksgiving is two days away and Dave and I are hosting this year. Tomorrow is going to consist of me freaking out, panicking and most likely crying at some point as I prepare the house and the food. But I’m looking forward to it! Looking forward to Thursday, that is. It is my favorite holiday because it’s all about family and food. I hope that those of you reading this who celebrate Thanksgiving have a wonderful day with family and friends.
So last time I wrote, I was in Austin. I had been looking forward to meeting Sonja the next day, after the meeting was over and before my flight home. However, she came down with a bad cold and wasn’t able to come out. So that was too bad. I ended up just hanging out at the resort with my work people and then catching a ride to the airport with a few of them.
My flights home were pretty uneventful. I had some deep thoughts as I sat there in the dark listening to Brené Brown. I’m thinking I need to find a therapist again because I really need someone to talk to about things. I need help. We all do.
On my second flight home, the plane was super weird. I was in row 20, which was only about halfway through the plane. There was actually a bathroom across the aisle from me. I guess I’ve never been on that model of plane before because I’d never seen such a thing. I will be making a note to my travel agent to never book me in the potty row again, because ew. Luckily no one made any stinkies, but it was still gross to be in such close proximity to a toilet. It was especially annoying when people would walk out and the little folding door would stick open. It was so close to me that I could just reach across the aisle and shut it. Which I did, with gusto.
I got home very late. It was raining really hard so that added to the delays. I was surprised to find Dave waiting up for me. But it was a nice surprise.
Over the weekend my dad and I drove down to PA to attend a life celebration for my cousin’s wife Jane. It was a beautiful day for a drive and we made good time. I learned a lot about Jane. She was a massage therapist and a lot of her clients came to her celebration of life and shared stories of how she went above and beyond her role as a massage therapist and genuinely cared for her clients. I wish I had known her better in life.
Well that is it for now. I wanted to post today since I expect I will be running around like a maniac tomorrow and will be hanging out with the fam on Thursday and Friday.