And So As The World Turns ......

....my head has been spinning faster and faster. I've been trying to gear up for Camp Widow East and get my stuff all prepared. Which means that every volunteer's information has been obtained, every need for the weekend has been assessed, and every need filled with a volunteer. And hopefully, we have enough of them. Volunteers, that is. We already have way too many needs. :)

Well, ready or not, the week has come. I am now at Myrtle Island, waiting for the rest of the board members who are coming to show up.
I am the first. That's because I got up at the very ungodly hour of 3:30 this morning to catch a 5:20 flight. Which I did catch, no thanks to a certain airline, which I won't mention (mix these two words around and you might figure it out: airways ( airways and u.s.).  And yes I realize that U.S. isn't a word but I don't care about a whole lot at this point in time.  I'm pooped.

Yesterday after a huge fight with another airline that I won't name ( but they used to be called Continental .... in the good 'ol days) I went on line to check in with the first airline, and they had a pretty good deal for upgrading your flight, which I did.
Then I showed up this morning, checked my bag, and began what turned out to be a trip as long as a pilgrimage to find the holy, obscure and far off Gate A 18. As I got close to this elusive gate, I pulled out my boarding pass and did a double take. Really. You should have seen it. Classic "I Love Lucy", if I do say so myself.
And of course I do.

What, you might ask, made me take take? (get it?)
My boarding pass had my original seats on it. You know, the ones I had BEFORE I paid real American money (which might be the problem) to upgrade . More American money than I did originally. So I took them to the agent at the desk and explained my woes to her. She tapped a few keys on her magical machine and ...... looked very puzzled. I wanted to ask her what was happening, but I've flown standby enough years of my already long life to know this, the hard and fast rule of aviation: If you want to get on a plane, Never, Ever bother the gate agent. It's true. If you don't think so, just try it the next time you fly and then dont come crying to me when you find yourself on the TSA's "No Fly List". I'm nothing, if not here to spare all you Peeps from the harsh realities of life.

Any-hoo, the agent looked up at me and said, "I see where they charged you, and then they deleted you."
I was a bit stunned by this, but not stunned enough to keep from asking if she, the ever-so-sweet gate agent (yeah, it made me gag, too) would be able to make all things right. And she did. Or at least she did from there to here. We shall see what happens when I go from here to there.
So see?  It pays to be nice to the gate agent. Now I'm sitting on a very cool, comfortable spot overlooking the beach. And couldn't be more relaxed.

So relaxed that I don't want to EVEN get into what happened with the airline-formerly-known-as-Continental. I'll end up wearing a paper bag over my head while several strangers encourage me to breathe slowly. ...............What? You've never experienced that?  You Peeps have got to get out more.

On the home front, my children are good. Things are relatively calm, and they are all relatively busy, happy, and doing what they like. Relatively speaking, which I suppose is the only way one can speak about one's children. Relatively .... as relatives, you know.


On the health front .... it sucks but I'm trying to rest when I can and then charge full speed ahead the other times. I am now getting over what I think may be my fifth infection of the year. All I know is that I've been three whole weeks infection-free since Jan 1 .... and then I wasn't. I know that the meds for the RA compromise my immunity system, so that's a big problem right now.
The RA doc added two more meds because he thinks I may have fibromyalgia in addition to the RA. So sweet of him. :)
But he may be right. For the first time in a year I've experienced a break in my pain level. Not totally and not consistently, but I'll take it. And be grateful.

And that, my Peeps is the last of this post. I need to go upstairs and take a nap before I start working on things tonight.

I'm not even sure if anyone's reading anymore. It may be time to draw this to a close. We 'll see. Of course, if I do that, what will my mother read for fun?! Hi, Mom. :)

Take care, Peeps, if you're out there and Happy Tuesday.
:)

And please ignore the multitude of typos. I'm on an iPad and don't want to re-read everything to edit it. I need sleek, I mean sleet, I mean SLEEP!
:)