Schedule Derailed, on to Plan Numero B

I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN TODAY WAS GOING TO GO AWRY when I got a nosebleed in the shower. After that I got called into work early, crazed Thanksgiving shoppers seeking cranberries, lefse and frozen pizzas kept me at my register until 4:45, and AS WEATHER WOULD HAVE IT, roads are yucky. I’m taking no chances driving to Motherland this evening as planned.

I opted out of staying here alone and eating Pizza Patrol in place of the whole Thanksgiving spread (though PP is always tempting), and instead garnered a ticket to ride the rails. I’m jumping on the friendly, stinky and ever-wandering Amtrak early tomorrow (like 3:30 am early) to make my way north+west. The train may take a little longer, but it’s guaranteed excitement. For example, the only thing exciting about driving by yourself is singing REALLY LOUD and off key for four hours. Which gets boring. With Amtrak you’re guaranteed a complete assault of every sense: the smell of various, questionable body odors (just try not to think about it), crying children, itchy seats, everyones crazy uncles and snoring senior citizens—all the spices of life, crammed together in a mobile frenzy.
So I’ll make it to Turkey day tomorrow with family Christen after all—but not before dealing with a few characters along the way. On the bright side, I don’t have to go through a full body scanner…
xo
j

2 thoughts on “Schedule Derailed, on to Plan Numero B

  1. Your blog is lovely, really. Hopefully your plans and transportation stay on the rails this time. 🙂 Happy Thanksgiving.

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