I am sitting in the back of terminal B at the Sea-Tac airport. I have an extra large Jasmine tea at my feet and a new leather bag on the seat next to me.
I just left Jennifer, Carolyn's sister, at breakfast. We went to some Southern Country restaurant for breakfast. We all got the $5.90 special: eggs, bacon, grits, and a biscuit. Jen taught me about putting maple syrup on my grits. Oh my. It makes me wonder what syrup on cream of wheat will be like. I bet it's really wonderful. Carolyn's parents drove me here to the airport, where they came in to see if they could catch a flight home earlier than Friday. We all got displaced due to the snow.
Last night we went down into Tacoma proper and wandered over the art bridge that is full of Dale Chihuly's work. It really is amazing what some are able to do with glass. We grabbed a pizza and headed back to Niffer's house.
Did I mention it earlier that Sunny's family introduced me to Bananagrams and that I have become absolutely addicted. It's bad. Seriously. I love them!! I will have to get myself some and force everyone I know to play Bananagrams. We could get competitions going like we do with that great card game, Wizard. If you don't know it -- go find it. It's amazing.
A couple of times over this trip, I told Niffer stories about my father. I showed her my ring with two clasped hands around a hidden heart that he got in Williamsburg for me. As I pulled the holding hands apart and revealed the ring, Niffer was impressed my Pop gave me the ring. I told her about a time that I was in a fight with a family member and we were out in the street yelling at each other, and that after the fight I called my father. I talked to him until late at night as I walked the roads of the community of the place I was staying. He started out the conversation with, "I don't want to hear about the fight. I want to hear how you are doing." As I told her each of these stories, she said, "Man, for each one of them you father should get a, 'World's Greatest Dad,' mug." I laughed and said, "He's got a mug he likes very much." Every time I told another Dad story, she said, "There's another mug for the cabinet." As I got into the airport and through the scanners, I texted Dad that I was at the airport. He said that he wanted me to text him when I landed. I asked if he meant Chicago, Philly or both. He replied that he loves hearing from me anytime I text him, so he would like both and also when I get home-home after the airport. I responded by telling him what Jennifer said, about earning these mugs. He replied that he doesn't need mugs -- he has me. And right there, he got himself another mug in the cabinet.
I think I'm about ready to graduate. For some reason I'm not really sure about, I don't feel "ready" to go into this semester. I haven't bought all of my books. I haven't read through the syllabi. I haven't put all of my assignments into iStudiezPro. I think my mind was just focused on this wedding, flying out to Seattle and back, the effect the snowstorm yesterday would have and being present in most of the moments I was in.
I found myself in a slump yesterday. I attributed it to being disappointed that a Seattle guy wasn't in deep-smit with me -- though it's so much better for everyone that he isn't. The rational part of my mind/body knew that it was smart of him to avoid me, that it would do neither of us any good to see each other again or pursue something that would be a full across the country thing. The emotions/body part of me was hurt by his silence. I knew it was silly, irrational and useless to feel anything but understanding of his keeping his distance/silence. I'm so thankful to Andrew and Sunny for their patience as I worked through the whole thing. I had been so silent about it for a couple of days that the wonderfulness of that whole night just overwhelmed me. I'm so used to being able to hang out with guys and have it be just "hanging out," that when something woke up in me that I don't know if I've ever seen before, I didn't know what to do with that. And I hold what Sunny and Andrew said to me closely, "There are other moments and other experiences that will be different, but that doesn't mean those won't be good too." Perhaps now that this new part of me is awake -- maybe it won't go to sleep again. Maybe I'm no longer dormant, hibernating.
I need to go read those syllabi and figure out the textbook thing. I also need to find myself a hot water bottle. How 90 does that make me sound?? I slept on an air mattress on Jennifer's office floor. The house was cold and cold on the floor seeped up into the air of the mattress, making me curl into a tight, tight ball. (No stripping off my clothes in this bed.) Muttie - Sunny's mom - gave me their hot water bottle that has a fleecy lamb cover. She boiled the water in the microwave and handed it over. I put it in the bed to warm it before I got in there. And then, I curled up with it all night. I had no idea that a hot water bottle could be so nice. I always thought they were for little old grey haired ladies. Now, I see they are the equivalent of the red hot bricks put in one's bed in the 1800's.
Oh crumbs!!! We're boarding! I must dash to the loo and get on the plane!