Here I am, on an AirTran flight somewhere between Orlando and Atlanta, enroute to Memphis. It's a laid back crowd, sleepy and uncomplaining. I sip my tiny glass of ginger ale and contemplate the week ahead of me.
Allison, my youngest, moves into her college dorm tomorrow. She and her mother await me in Memphis, having left home several days ago in our minivan. Said van was chock full o' clothing and linens and lamps and appliances and housewares - I have no earthly idea where she'll put it all.
Not my problem! My job is to get her moved in, take lots of photos, and then to get myself and Bernie the hell out of Dodge. I know that having the P's around will cramp her burgeoning social life, so I'm anxious to oblige. I remember all too well my first night alone as a freshman, where having your mommy present was embarrassing.
(For me, that was either last week or 37 years ago, depending on whether you trust your calendar. Christ, time does move on.)
Have to have a serious conversation with her big sis and her intended while I'm there, too. We've already given our blessing - as if we'd refuse? But there are some concerns we'd like to express. Namely: Are you out of your freaking MINDS?
Just kidding.
Sorta.
So anyway, it will likely be an interesting weekend. Manic, but interesting.
Engine throttles cut back, ears-a-poppin', descending into Hartsfield.
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