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I'm not here today.
You are. Obviously, because you're reading this. And I appear to be, but I'm not. That's one of the amazing things about cyberspace. Cyberspace holds magical powers allowing you to disappear, but appear to be visible. Cool, isn't it?
A little known fact about me is I hate to fly. I'm not afraid of flying … not at all. I'm afraid of falling. I'm scared of heights. I used to fly all the time back in my career days. Then I was involved in a near miss on a flight into the Dallas airport. Maybe someday I'll share the story. Suffice it to say, ever since I've had a mild fear of flying. I say mild because I don't freak out or anything, but I don't like the idea of being up in the air anymore.
My niece, Undomestic Diva
, has my permission to inform you of my death and close out my blog for me if I die while flying over the next few days. She's a real smart ass. I don't know where she gets it from. Genetics are funny that way.
(By the way, she's afraid of flying herself. She sent me panicked, inebriated, text messages from LAX one night just prior to departing on a flight of her own. Like I said, genetics are a funny thing.)
For Christmas this year, Briefcase surprised me with two airplane tickets. One ticket was for me and the other was for my son, PR. He's trying to get rid of both of us at the same time. What do you think of that?
Actually, the tickets are to give us an opportunity to visit with my parents. I grew up in Southern California, but when my parents retired they moved to a little farm in the northwest. A little, very remote, farm. There are no flights in and out of the closest town. Going to see them involves multiple flights and a long car ride. From the time I leave my house until the time I get to their home, PR and I will have traveled for 9+ hours … and that's if the flights are on time. It makes for a long, long, day.
It also means, I don't get a chance to visit them often. Generally, they come to California a couple times each year because they spent most of their lives here. They have family here, and they have friends here.
For many years after they retired, my parents raised peacocks on their farm. Now they just tend to their orchard and large vegetable garden. How remote is their farm? Well, the Internet is only available by dial up where they live and even that can be a spotty connection.
"Don't bother bringing your laptop," my mom told me.
I started hyperventilating at the very thought of NO Internet!
Recently my mom tried to download the latest iTunes software and was told it would take EIGHTEEN HOURS to download by dial up. She drove an hour into town to get a wireless connection and in less than five minutes her download was complete. That's what life is like "out in the country."
About two weeks ago, my sister decided to join in on my fun. She arrived two days ahead of me from Colorado. It will be a partial family-reunion. We will drink and bathe in the water supplied by my parent's well. (A concept which is quite foreign to this Orange County girl!) Actually, we'll probably shower in the well water and drink wine. My parent's home is heated by a wood stove. It's beautiful there in the spring and summer, but I've never seen it in the winter. I've been told to expect grayness and rain.
I'd love to see some snow, but snow can be a problem where they live. My parents home is at the top of a very steep, narrow, mountain. When it snows they get stuck in their house until it melts. The road down the mountain is too steep for snow plows and too long to shovel. Snow means being snowed in. (Or snowed out.) Also, I don't own anything warmer than a sweatshirt. Snow might be a problem.
Snow might be … cold!
Stop laughing at me.
Here's hoping I make it TO their house. First of all, the two planes I take to get there better not CRASH! I think that's really the most important thing. Second, if it snows before I get there I will be in a hotel for the entire weekend and won't even get to see my family. I'm also hoping it doesn't snow much once I'm there so I can make it back home. Lastly, my two returning planes ALSO better not crash. I've got a contest winner to announce next Tuesday!
PS I wrote this post late at night, and I was very tired. I think if you look close enough you will probably find all sorts of grammatical errors and tense changes. Consider all of them my special gift to you today. Hugs!