Leaving Chicago...

05/19/2008

Written this past Friday:

It is a perfectly gorgeous day here in Chicago, The Windy City.  There is an almost cloudless blue sky above the airport and the sun is gloriously warm as it lights up this day, there is no wind today.  I am on my way home; lord willing and the creek don’t rise.

If you are a regular reader here you may recall the last time I attempted to depart this city.  That experience began at 2pm on August 23rd, 2007 as I boarded a United Airline’s airplane that was to take me to Dulles airport outside of Washington, DC – a two-hour trip.  What was supposed to happen did not, and I didn’t get back to the Farm until 4am Saturday morning after experiencing several twists and turns, beginning with sitting in th epalnce on the tarmac for six hours.  I like to think of it as the Flight from Hell.  Needless to say, I am a tad nervous but not quite as much since the plane I am to take out of here today just pulled into the gate.  Fingers crossed and prayerful, I now await my fate with a hopeful smile on my face. (Imagine me grinning from ear to ear.)

You probably know I accept everything that happens to me to be under my control.  I am fully responsible for what happens to me in my life.  So, this aircraft will lift off the ground exactly as it should at an hour that will get me into Dulles at the exact time my flight itinerary says it will be there – 1:52pm eastern standard time.  I also fully accept what happened to me the last time I made this trip as so totally my fault – I really sucked that day.  Today I don’t suck.

And that is all I have to say about that…

PS:  The flight arrived fifteen minutes early at Dulles.