All in a week’s work
Today, my flight was delayed. Again. That was good. Because the alternator went on the drive to the airport. In the cab.
Just a little twist to cap off a great week. Three states, two speeches and one golf game later, I’m flying home, currently somewhere over Jersey, I’m guessing.
It began on Monday with a trip to Tulsa to do my thing Tuesday morning in front of the attendees of the Oklahoma Society of Association Executives Annual Convention. Went well, no tomatoes, eggs or the like.
Home late Tuesday night, got to bed around midnight. At 5:30am Sharon woke me up to say good-bye, off to work a 24-hour shift. I fell back asleep. At six-thirty Luke and Jack woke me up with, “Daddy, get me outta bed!” That’s a direct quote from Jack. Luke was just, “Daddyyyyy!” Love it. Love it. Love it.
Spent the majority of my day feeding, changing, reading to, etc, with a mid-day break to Doug Pond for Jack’s swim lesson and Luke’s fearless aqua antics. Throughout the day, when I got a chance, I took care of business and packed for my trip that night. Grandma came over to cover for the night since Sharon was on call ‘til Thursday morning. After putting the boys to bed, I departed for Connecticut at 9:30 for The Hartford’s Paralympic fundraiser golf outing the next day. My job Thursday morning was to say a few welcoming words to the wonderful employees of the company’s Group Benefit Division who willfully took a personal day to support our nation’s world-class challenged athletes. Then I was obliged to play golf. Good work if you can get it. I played OK—a few good shots, a few bad shots, typical.
Straight from the golf course to Hartford’s Bradley airport for a trip to Destin, FL via Atlanta and the Ft Walton Beach airport. I scored a earlier standby flight for the latter leg and was in my bed at the fabulous Sandestin Hilton by 11pm. Ninety minutes ahead of schedule.
Up at 6:30, enjoying fabulous blackberry sauce-covered crepes by 7:15 and addressing the Mississippi Bar’s Young Lawyer Division’s Annual Conference by 8:30. That, too, went well, and like the Oklahoma gig, the audience was kind to buy nearly all the books I’d shipped in ahead of time and a couple of CDs to boot.
Never made it outside to enjoy the white sandy beaches. Never made it outside for anything until I got back into a cab at 11:15 for a trip back to the Ft Walton Beach airport. That’s when the cab broke down. As mentioned, the flight, which I actually would have been on time for, was delayed 40 minutes. Back up cab was there in 15 minutes and my week continued to come together.
Life is good when you give it a chance.
