Literally and figuratively.
Literally in less than 48 hours I will be getting on a plane to fly to Indianapolis to see Joan. There the trip down memory lane will commence. We will revisit our childhood home in Danville, Illinois and gather with a group of our high school friends, the ones who are on Facebook, for a little get-together. Although Joan and I have both discussed the likelihood that the venue selected will be a smoking bar. Hmmmmm. Haven't had to deal with that in the last few decades. And for me it is a deal breaker. But we shall see. Maybe Danville, Illinois has been brought into the non-smoking 21st century. One can always hope. Then we will head for Bloomington/Normal Illinois. I attended Illinois Wesleyan University in Bloomington, and Joan went to Illinois State in Normal. We had almost no contact with each other during those years. . . .I can't remember why. But it will be such fun showing each other where we were. . . if where we were in fact still exists. It has been 40 years.
Now I'm really looking forward to this trip with my friend. And I'm proud that I made the plane reservations. An enthusiastic flyer I am not. However, I will assume the identity of my alter-ego Charisma Dubois. I created her a few years back when I lived in Alexandria and my sons lived in Phoenix and Atlanta respectively. I knew if I wanted to see them, I was going to have to suck it up and get on a plane now and again. So you see, Charisma was a necessity. She loves to fly. And I bought her a new red suitcase to represent this new found freedom. Even though Ruthie was terrified. I remember my first flight of that era. . .a flight to Atlanta to see Casey. And upon landing and making my way through the miles of terminal hallways up to where I would be greeted, there was my baby boy with a big smile on his face and a sign - ala chauffeur - which said: Charisma Dubois! Man I laughed.
It reminds me of a great visual that was posted on Facebook a couple of weeks back. It showed a large circle. Written inside the circle it said: "Where the magic happens." Off to the side from the circle was a small square. Inside that it said: "Your comfort zone." Love it.
So I'm going out of my comfort zone into a plane to where the magic will undoubtedly happen in Indianapolis. Some of the pinnacle moments in my life have been accomplished by my climbing on a plane. And so it will again.
Oh yeah. . . and figuratively taking flight is MY HOUSE!!!!! We reached an agreement. Let the building begin! I couldn't be more excited. The location of the well has to be changed, and that will take place while I'm gone on this trip. Hopefully the work can be accomplished in a couple of months. I know, I know. But maybe it will. I'm going to contemplate being in my house right after the New Year. Let's see what happens.
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