Just one more full day left before Teri and I leave for Nebraska to visit CeCe and her family. While I am looking forward to finally seeing all of the wonders of Nebraska (no, I've never been there even though they have lived there 17 years...I know...I suck), I am NOT looking forward to the flight.
I HATE flying. It would be perfectly fine with me to never go any farther than a few hour's drive from my house. Unfortunately a family member lives out of that range. I've used every 'excuse' I could think of ( having major surgery, an unreliable car, no money ) over the years, but I promised that WHEN my Social Security Disability case was closed out I would make the trip. After three long years the case was decided and now I have to go to Nebraska. On an airplane.
I would almost rather drive, even though it is a 20-plus hour drive. Holy cow! We can't do that! So we're flying, thanks to the kindness of a family friend, who is a retired pilot for Delta. They really are ready when you are. And maybe even before you are.
Teri has chosen her method of coping. All I can say is that 8 am is just too early for me to drink vodka, especially since I don't drink. I might have been lured into it, but would be too afraid that it would cause me to have to use the restroom, meaning I would have to unfasten my seatbelt and actually stand up and walk while the airplane was in the air. NO WAY IS THAT GONNA HAPPEN! So I have an appointment with my very on-the-level primary care physician tomorrow to obtain the necessary prescription for whatever '-azepam' or '-lude' or '-lium' will give me the amount of restful comfort I need in order to get on that plane. I will need to take this medicine before leaving the house since my son is driving us to the MARTA station at 5am. He scares every bit of hell out of me, and I don't want to have to change my pants until I at least arrive in Omaha.
Oh, and the College Baseball World Series is going on while we will be there. I contacted my brother to see if he needed his three sisters to handle the coverage of any games, but he refused, and he was rude. Imagine that. Chuck being rude? I might just call in to the radio station on Monday, anyway, and give them an update from the trenches. Of course I will disclose my relationship to 'Kang'. Why not? Will this make him stop coming to my house? Stop taking my calls? I think not.
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Wait a minute. Trey scares you when he drives? Which means he will scare ME when he drives? No no no.
I'm driving us there, and he will drive the car back home. Never fear. I can't handle Trey's driving at 5am.
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