One of the disadvantages to living in the very rural United States, it is a long ways to the nearest airport which is very tiny compared to most people’s standards. But I consider that last part to be a great advantage because you can literally get from your car, checked in, through security and to your gate in about roughly 15 minutes.
Something new to me, but during check-in, the lady asked if I wanted to accompany my family clear to the gate instead of just to the waiting area before security. I said that would be excellent and with proof of ID and a quick trip back to the car to drop off my pocket knife which I’m guessing wouldn’t make it through security, I was through security with my two girls and sitting by the gate for the half hour remaining before their flight. It was thirty more minutes of which I took full advantage.
But all too soon that time came and after watching my wife and daughter disappear down the walkway to the plane, an intense feeling of loneliness set upon me in the middle of an airport with perhaps 100 other people within 100 feet of me. I can’t believe how domesticated I have come after all those years of living as a bachelor. I would revisit this thought later that evening as I was cleaning the house, doing laundry and loading up the dishwasher to get some order into my temporary bachelor pad, complete with Tickle-Me-Elmo.
Although the loneliness hasn’t completely faded, it had subsided a bit as I began my first night alone by working late at work and then doing above mentioned chores. Staying occupied does make time pass faster. I just hope that time doesn’t pass too quickly a month from now when I am tossing out all the cheeseburger wrappers, cleaning the mountain of dirty plates, and washing a mountain of dirty clothes before my better half gets back.
All subsequent nights have been spent working on the garage project. God bless busy remodeling projects!
A couple weeks ago, a coworker asked me who my financial guy was and I gave him the contact information. Last week, in perfect timing for my remodeling project, I recieved a $25 gift certificate in the mail to the same store that I received a $100 gift certificate mentioned two posts ago, as a token of appreciation. Had I known that, I would have been trying a lot harder to send more people to my financial guy's door.
Mrs. Abbey and Little Abbey made it safely to her childhood home in the Philippines after 36 hours of traveling and four hours of sleep. Little Abbey is kept busy playing with her two first cousins, one a year older and one a couple years younger. It was good to hear their voices again.