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Wednesday, June 19, 2002
Nothing like an airport delay to cause the generation of a journal entry.
I just love airport delays! NOT!! I wish the airlines would take the time to reschedule flights, rather than delay them by one hour every hour for 90 hours or 12 hours or 10. Right now, I'm going no where fast.
I worked remotely from Florida today from 7 AM til 1:30 PM, signing off an hour and a half early just to get to Orlando airport by 2:35 for a 3:35 flight that--as of 6:35--has yet to get off the ground.* Something about poor weather conditions en route has the plane grounded. They literally keep saying they'll update us "in another hour" regarding when the actual boarding time is going to be. So here I am.
This entire afternoon aside, my latest trip to the Sunshine State--which, by the way, hasn't been particularly sunny for at least the past several days--has been productive in that I finally picked out a new apartment to call home. Kind of ironic and sad that it's for exactly one year ago--July 1--that I was trying on a Manhattan sublet and a trial separation.**
The apartment complex is called Summer Place. My new address will be on Spring Drive. I'm moving from Long Island, NY, to Merritt Island, FL, the end of this month. I'm trading maple trees for palm trees. Daisy's coming with me; Dusty's staying with Joe.
I figure I'll be on my way June 29 or so. That particularly day just so happens to be Daisy Cat's second anniversary with us--but she's about 7 years old now. And I'm absolutely certain that if it involves driving with me 1,000 miles in a Ford Explorer filled with boxes and such, she will not think the day a particularly happy one. Poor kitty.
Moving doesn't exactly make me jump for joy either, but there's a wee part of me that feels like moving on is a good thing.
And then there's the part of me that just wants to puke all over my decision to uproot myself from the place and state I've called home all my life.
<Pause for a moment of contemplation.>
I guess, regarding those roots, I've been digging around them long enough to feel like I have a fair chance of repotting without too much damage. Perhaps with plenty of sun, water and TLC, I'll be just fine.
* The plane was finally racing down the runway by about 8:35 PM.
** I'd moved home Sept. 1, 2001, because, well, it seemed like the best idea at the time.
Quote Of The Day:
"When you cannot make up your mind which of two evenly balanced courses of action you should take -- choose the bolder." --William Joseph Slim
Worth Noting:
Joe called me from work as I was typing this. ::sigh::
In The Background:
"I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles)," by The Proclaimers