Day 144: It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Clumsy and absent minded might as well be my middle names today.

I had a late flight which left me plenty of time to clean up the house, run errands, pack and get ready for my flight.

The day started at the jam packed Starbucks by my house. I stepped up and ordered my grande peppermint latte and waited.

When the drink came up, my clumsiness kicked in, I knocked the side of the cup and before I knew it… the lid popped off… and I had created a peppermint latte tsunami across the counter.

The barista was oblivious because it was so busy. I was completely overwhelmed. I knew napkins weren’t going to help I needed a towel, but I couldn’t get one until the barista noticed.

In the meantime a chivalrous guy grabbed 2 handfuls of napkins and I began sopping up my cup full of deliciousness but it was
only a slight help. Before long she handed me a towel and another guy pitched in… probably because it was impacting his drink.

They made me a new drink, which was really nice, and I was on my way, but my clumsiness was just beginning.

When I was getting ready I nearly knocked over a shelf in my bathroom, then when I was getting my luggage in the car, I
accidentally hit the ‘panic’ button on my keychain remote so the horn was honking and the lights were flashing.

I was a little afraid as I heeded to the airport, then the absentmindedness kicked in. I got about a mile away from my house and I realized I forgot my coat!

In most cases that wouldn’t be such a huge deal, but I was heading back to the midwest where there were 6 inches of snow on the ground. Not exactly a place where you want to be ‘coatless’.

At this point I was running late, but I had to go back, no doubt about it.

On the flight I ended up sitting next to a flight attendant for another airline who was heading home to her family. She was an older lady, in her 60’s, but we had a great time chatting about everything from their lack of a contract to the personalities of people from different regions of the country.

We also talked about dating, and relationships. I mentioned my dilemma of feeling lost somewhere in the middle of the dating pool, with younger guys seeming too young, and older guys seeming way too old. She chimed in with stories of her children and her nephews and their girlfriends.

With about 45 minutes left in the flight I saw her catch a glance at my left hand, I knew she was looking for a ring. Earlier in the conversation she had asked if I had kids, and I told her ‘no’, so I knew she was up to something. Then when I looked at her face i saw a twinkle in her eye.

She asked for my business card, and then asked for my cell phone number. Then she hinted that we may have to go for a drink when she’s in town sometime, and she would invite her 42 year old nephew who lives in my town.

The magic of the season had me believing it may actually work, but then again, I’ve had a few of those experiences and they either never pan out, or the guy is single for very good reason.

We landed and said our goodbye’s and went our separate ways. My brother sent me a text saying he was coming to pick me up with his girlfriend and her 5 year old son.

Great, I thought to myself, now I have to sit in a car with an anxious and excited 5 year old boy for an hour on Christmas Eve?!

At least I had an hour to get myself prepared for it… because when I landed my brother still hadn’t left my hometown, which was an hour away, and it was snowing, sleeting, something which would make the trip even longer. But that was fine I’d rather them be safe instead of racing to get me and getting hurt.

So there I sat in the airport at 9:45 p.m. I looked around and I saw a few airport workers, sweeping the floor, emptying the trash, and performing security, beyond that there was myself and a lady and her son. It was a little creepy. To see what is normally a place full of life and energy be so quiet was a little eerie.

I hopped on my phone and sent some friends some birthday messages on Facebook and tweeted a few messages to pass the time and before I knew it, my brother and the ‘gang’ showed up and I have to say I was pleasantly surprised.

The 5 year old was sound asleep in the back seat of the car. I didn’t even know he was in the car until I turned around, and he slept the whole way home.

As we got closer to the house the snow started piling up. There was more in my hometown than there was in St. Louis and it looked like a winter wonderland.

The snow covered the ground, and the limbs on the trees…. it finally felt like Christmas.

When I walked in the house my mom came out of the bedroom to give me a big hug. She said my dad told her he heard a ‘burglar’ in the house. He was right I did plan on stealing some food.

It’s kind of the running joke in the family. My dad likes to call me the ‘good eater’, because evidently I’m a garbage disposal. I ran into their bedroom to give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. It’s good to be home.

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