The peacoat silence over the past five days has not been by choice. We are in the beautiful Carolinas, where my heart is elated at the circumstances unfolding here, but my technology habits are not being fed in any way.
I have the sound of nature and the lapping of the lake in my ears every morning. Which is much better than the humming internet or the droning television, but I finally had to give in and find a McDonalds with free wifi.
For starters, I left my coat in Savannah, where The Gorilla and I spent Thanksgiving with his family. The day we left Georgia and drove north was particularly warm, and I know just where that coat was hanging as we waved goodbye to the city of our nuptials and headed towards the colder weather. Coatless.
That was on Saturday. We had a whirlwind of a weekend, just busy busy bees getting to know this sleepy little town and it’s people. But then this morning we overslept (my fault!) and it all went downhill from there. One of those days where nothing goes smoothly. Where you manage to get lost (even with GPS), and the cell phone battery goes dead during an important conversation, and then realize that you had so efficiently packed the charger in the other bag. The one not with you.
Then what happens is you get the phone call from the guy who has been sending very important emails to your husband all day but hasn’t heard an important response. Possibly because the husband – that cute Gorilla – is high in the air somewhere between the coasts, you say to him doing your best to keep it restrained.
It’s been one of those days. And I’m shower-less. For reasons I will not get into.
By the time I got the phone call from the delivery guy – in an entirely separate situation - saying the delivery will not only not arrive tomorrow, as planned, but instead will be TWO to FOUR weeks away, I could only laugh. He actually told me that he thought I was taking it pretty well. My answer surprised even myself. “Well, Adam,” (yes, “Adam,” I was feeling first-namey), “there are bigger things in life to get worked up over. A delayed delivery is not something I’m willing to cry over this minute.”
Who am I with that?! I’m not sure if I’m mellowing in my old age (so very unlikely) or if it’s all just a case of travel frazzle. When you’re out of your own space, and your stuff is scattered between two rental cars and a hotel and your phone barely gets reception in this state, you can’t expect to keep it all together. You have to just take a big deep breath and an imaginary xanax. (Or a real xanax, if that’s what you’re into.)
Plus, I’m so genuinely excited and on board with all that is happening here in the Carolinas (and that news will be revealed soon) that all these little things, even added up on a day like today, can’t keep me down.
So that’s my pop-in explanation, brought to you by Mcdonald’s Mcflurries.
We have another few days before I’m on the road again, this time to Tennessee for a special friend’s milestone birthday. Next week we’ll be back to regular peacoat programming.
Hope your holiday season kicked off with a bang!
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