Nothing

Remember me? The name is Soliloquy. It’s so very nice to make your acquaintance…..

I TOLD you I was in search of balance…. the blog had become too consuming blah blah blah – and then what do I go and do???

Ignore you all. My deepest apologies.

But I have been so busy doing NOTHING, you understand.

Well, not NOTHING. I did learn iMovie this week. It’s fun. I believe I have redeemed myself from the “technologically challenged” label. In fact, if you don’t count my inability to comprehend the tutorial book and don’t assign all credit to the brilliant Mac people who made iMovie so intuitive, I’m a freakin’ genius.

And a liar.

Ah, but – my peaceful days of nothing are over. My kids are home. Chaos reigns again.

They flew home as Unaccompanied Minors today and I barely made it to their gate in time. I mean – I allowed plenty of time to get there, but apparently everyone in the WORLD was leaving from the Atlanta Hartsfield Airport today. Did they not know that every major U.S. city has their own convenient airport? Why were they all leaving from mine?

I walked into the airport and saw busy swarms of people EVERYWHERE. Every. Where. Each line had 500 people in it. No worries – surely there must be an agent issuing just gate passes? Surely I won’t be made to stand in line behind the entire world as they check all their worldly possessions in for their flights? Right?

Wrong. I was number 501 in line. With my kids on an in-bound flight with an early arrival. Great. Where’s my Gold Medallion Spin Doctor when I need him?

I couldn’t very well waltz up to the Gold Medallion line and tell them I’m a Gold Medallion Spouse, now could I? Despite that fact that Spin wouldn’t even be Clay Medallion if it weren’t for the spouse (ME!) he leaves behind to care for his children, thus liberating him each and every time he patronizes Delta.

If I were a Gold Medallion Spouse, I wouldn’t have been 501st in line – I wouldn’t have hastened my way through the cattle coach queue at security – I wouldn’t have posed a security threat as I raced though the terminal in a mad dash – and at least one little old lady and a man in a turban wouldn’t have been rudely plowed over as I darted my way around and through the crowded concourse.

I probably lost some more weight (my saggy butt capris were nearly around my ankles by the time I arrived at B9) – but I did make it in time. Though only on account of my children deplaning last.

The flight attendant asked both of my children if they recognized the crazed woman that stood before them as the person they were expecting to meet them. Obviously, she didn’t know she was dealing with a Gold Medallion Spouse.

And tomorrow – oh lucky day – I get to do it all over again, when I go pick up Miss Korea from the airport.

A scant twelve hours ago, I was basking in Nothing…. a mere memory gone by.