Journey Proud

Tim, I don't care how big a rush you're in, Midwest Express WILL NOT let you board their flights with a towel wrapped 'round your waist. 


In the DEEP South, there is an expression to describe that feeling you have when you're ready to depart on a trip. It is Journey-Proud. I understand that feeling and Tim does, too. Patty and Roger aren't really Journey-Proud type folks. They're comfortable leaving at the absolute, very last minute for the airport and they can actually relax until the second they leave. Tim handled this morning's departure with great ease UNTIL PATTY actually said at 9:30 AM (and their flight is at noon and they are AT LEAST 50 minutes drive from the airport and they have to return their NEON BLUE rental car), "Do you think we have time to go to Paradise Cove and get my sunglasses?" It takes about 25 minutes to get to Paradise Cove, so that would add at least an hour to their airport trip. (Her sunglasses (and maybe Roger's cardigan that Tim gave him) are at Paradise Cove [restaurant] and have been for one whole week). Tim then pretty much said, "Get in the damn car, Pat." She opened the car door, started to chat again, and Tim let the car drift forward. He was READY to leave.

And now they're gone and I miss them, I miss them, I miss them. Five minutes after they left, Roger & I started chatting about their next visit and what we could do. We're thinking of maybe driving north. There's so much to see and do in California and so easy with friends like them. They have a curiosity and an eagerness to experience everything and that is just plain infectious.