It is Sunday morning, and as I sit here sipping my second cup of joe I thought I’d share a few things from the week that brought a smile and a sense of gratitude to my heart. The first came … Continue reading
I learned this little trick a couple of years ago when I started back to college, begin every paper with a question. “Why” questions are the best to answer. They call for in-depth explanation. You can really produce a lengthy … Continue reading
Good morning dear friends, it’s Sunday, and I’m finished with my homework for class tomorrow night. I’m sipping on my second cup of coffee. My crazy dogs are running races around the couch and playing. Right now I’m contemplating what … Continue reading
Have you ever seen the movie “Out of Africa”? It like many epic movies was an incredible book first. This autobiographical account of Karen Blixen’s life was originally published in 1937. Her words weave the tale of her life, loves … Continue reading
Have you ever thought, “How much is enough?”. What does it mean to have enough of anything? The opposite of course is not having enough. Sounds pretty simple right? But who says when something is enough? And what about having too much? Is there such a thing as too much? I say definitely yes. For years I lived it. A bit of excess never hurt anyone. Not really… “It’s not that expensive. It is the last one I need to complete my collection. I’ll wear it for years. I deserve it because I work hard for my money and I should get to enjoy it.” I’ve uttered all these phrases to myself at one time or another. Going from being a girl with an over sized walk-in closet stuffed full of clothes, shoes and accessories to being a girl able to carry everything she owns in a carry-on suit case has given me a little perspective on how much is enough. I’ve learned how little I really need to get by.
Most of you know my home burned in July and I have been working though some feelings on dealing with the loss of my family home. I finally opened up about it in my last entry (where there is fire…). I haven’t felt like writing which really bites cause I was really enjoying sharing bits and pieces of my self with you dear reader. Tonight I feel there is something to say so bear with my feeble attempt at story telling.
Where was I? Oh, yes. OK, so on the way to Bellingham we, the kids and I, took only carry-on bags. I figured we could pack lightly and do fine. After all we were staying with my family and would have access to a washer and dryer. Also who wants to dish out $20 per bag to check your luggage? Not this girl. I wanted all my money to spend on vacation. The three of us made it through Dallas barely catching our connecting flight because of being given misinformation from an airline worker on connecting gates. It was an honest mistake but it freaked out my kids because we were literally the last people to board the plane. At the gate we were told the over head bins were completely full and the airline workers took our bags saying we would have them returned to us when we landed in Seattle. Each of us was handed a little upc looking sticker matching the ones they placed on our “unchecked” bags. (Do you see where this is going?) When we disembarked upon arrival in Seattle there were no bags awaiting us. We were instructed to go to the luggage claim to wait with the other passengers because our bags had been stowed with theirs. We did so. No bags ever came down the shoot for us. Another airline employee took us to a nondescript office and collected information on where we would be staying. We received apologies for the mix up and were told our bags were going to be on the next flight coming in to Sea-Tac and they would get them to us in Bellingham. It didn’t happen for three days. For the next two days the kids and I made do with what we each had in our purse/backpacks. I will say that my wonderful sister-in-law came up with some cute t-shirts for Emma and I to borrow. We did indeed take advantage of the laundry facilities at their house! I got a taste of what it was really like to not have much of anything over the next couple days. I refused to buy make up. I did buy a toothbrushes. I borrowed some pj’s since I was sharing a room with my daughter and cousin, I would have felt weird running around in my skivvies. I had some lip gloss, a brush, my hat, and some cash, a white t-shirt and black ankle length pants, and flats. I made it work.
Day 2 of vacation wasn’t spent worrying too much with the predicament. Mom, my sis-in-law and I headed to LaConnor to do some site seeing. We had a wonderful day. I had borrowed a cool multi layered black sleeveless tee and told stated I was going for a euro chic look by dressing in all black and sporting minimal makeup and my oversized black sunglasses. By day 3 I was getting tired of the same clothes and the need for fresh ones was wearing (pun intended) on me. My irritation growing, I called the airline for the fourth time. I did some complaining while still trying to be nice. After all it wasn’t the rep’s fault our bags were lost. I think having a southern accent may have helped a tad because a little side conversation discussing my said accent and how far we had travelled to get to Bellingham came up during the online/over the phone baggage search. The rep, Grace, was so apologetic and kind. She got approval from her boss and issued us a promissory note $125 per person for clothing and toiletries. SWEET! The kids were stoked. We went to the Bellingham Mall as any responsible family would to do our part to keep the economy healthy. So we were shopping on day 4 when I got the call that our luggage had finally made it to the airport. I found the timing a bit ironic.
It was such a relief to have our carry ons. Let me tell you the 3 pair of pants, 4 shirts, 2 shorts, dress, denim jacket, pajama set, undies, 4 pair of shoes along with my workout leggings/tee and my blessed toiletries really were all I needed. I remembered wishing for a bit more room in order to pack a robe but aside from that I was satisfied with my packing efforts. I was clothed and groomed for the remainder of the trip. I had enough. Even when we got word the house had burned and all our stuff along with it I had enough clothes to make it through the work week upon our return home, even if it meant a trip to the hotel laundry mid-week. The rest would sort its self out eventually.
daisies, coffee and chocolates,
I haven’t been feeling well the last few days. Nothing major, just a tummy ache and general tiredness. The kids are gone for the weekend and because I wasn’t feeling well my plans for Friday night dinner out with one … Continue reading