On Friday I was talking with my sweet Mom on the phone at around 4:00 p.m., when she mentioned that most of her inside flowering plants had bit it, After hanging up, I made a note to send her flowers when I come back from a grocery store run. I usually grocery shop with a list and a mission in order to get in and out as quickly as possible, and yesterday was no different. I was in the mood for a hotdog dinner, and we needed bananas for smoothies. When I entered the check-out lane with a couple of steaks, pork chops, hot dogs and hot dog buns, potato chips, artichokes, some fruit, ice cream, mac and cheese that you just heat up, and Oreo cookies, I could not help but wonder what has possessed me to add all those things to my cart—all things I like but rarely buy at the same time.
Back home again, while unloading the groceries, it occurred to me that it would be a slow weekend and that I had a window of opportunity to hand deliver the flowers to my sweet mom. At 4:45 p.m. I called a friend who trades me stand-by airline tickets for pup care; she checked the flights for me and said a flight was leaving Chicago at 7:20 p.m. By 5:30 p.m. I was driving to the train station to catch the shuttle to O’Hare, calling Cole en route to tell him my plans and let him know that we had a fridge full of food he could enjoy. I knew it was a long shot that I would make my flight (navigating rush hour in Chicago is never easy, but on a Friday night it is especially wicked), but I made it to the train and even found street parking close to the station (Cole and a friend would pick up my car and drive it home later) in record time.
The airport was unusually quiet, and the line through security was short. I was sitting at my gate with a first class ticket in my hand, sipping a Starbucks, with 20 minutes to spare.
My flight arrived in Albuquerque at 9:50 p.m., too late to drag my parents out to the airport, so I would need to book a hotel room close to the airport for the night. I found one, called, and snagged a room despite the fact that Albuquerque was in the middle of a huge Pow Wow convention, which was held just a few miles from the airport. The room was a single and half the price I had expected to pay. The hotel van picked me up from the airport 10 minutes after I had made my reservation.
My sweet mom has always told me that whenever I am in the neighborhood to stop by, so tomorrow morning I think I will, but “shhh”—tonight it’s still a secret.
In my haste to pack, I forgot my computer charger, so I’m just going to tell you quickly that these are today’s celebrations: If you want more information click April 27, 2012
National Hairball Awareness Day
Tell a Story Day
Babe Ruth Day
Weekend “Odds and Ends” is on hiatus this week, but you can look forward to the last— but by no means least—shoe review after I make a Best Buy run for a new charger.
No, I really can’t believe I just jumped ship and headed to New Mexico, leaving my kid alone for the first time without a list of instructions a mile long. I’m excited not worried . . . the Universe seems to be on my side.
Odd Loves Company!