My Trip Home and….

…my twist on the weekly photo challenge: Merge. (Nothing official, just Photoshop fun.)

A couple of months ago, the universe told me not to go to the mountains. Nothing was in sync until I made a reservation to fly up to see family. As the sun rose last Friday morn, I headed out for a weekend of good food and family bonding. It was a fabulous trip! I was able to see cousins, aunts, uncles and the star: grandma.

On the flight home, I began to drift off. Is there something on the wing? I do NOT want to be in the Twilight Zone. It’s Fred! He must have followed me on the trip.

Just then, I get jarred awake.

The pilot is on the PA system: “(static) Um, well folks, it looks like we are done with the roller coaster for awhile. They are routing us west to avoid the storm. We will have about 15 minutes with the seat belt sign off. If you should need to use the facilities, this would be a good time. We will land about 20 minutes later than my previous estimate.”

It is at times like these that we all ask ourselves certain questions:

Why did I decide a large, iced, mocha coffee was a good choice for lunch?
Why did the flight have to leave thirty minutes late?
What are the chances there will not be turbulence for the next 15 minutes?
Do elevator exercises really work to temporarily decrease urgency?
Why are we over water? Did they go over emergency water landing procedures? Why didn’t I pay more attention?

Safely on the ground, it was time to find Fred and my bag. I think Fred may have set off the scanners because there were alarms and an announcement of a possible security breach “…that authorities must investigate. Do not use the elevators.” Fred and I sneak off to the shuttle. We had it all to ourselves and made it to the car just as it started to rain.