So, yesterday did not go at all as planned. The plan was for me to leave for Dallas in mid-afternoon. I would stop and visit my Aunt Marcia in the nursing home and then continue on to have supper with Flynn and spend the evening with him.
What actually happened was that I went outside to roll down the windows in the car when I was almost packed, so that the heat would have time to dissipate at least a little. The windows rolled down just fine. However, the engine did not start. It didn’t even try to start.
Assuming it was the same loose relay as before, I texted my longsuffering husband and before long he came home from work to get the car going again. It wasn’t the relay. Bad news. This meant that the new plan would involve him taking me to Dallas in the van, which only gets 10 miles to the gallon.
When he started up the van, however, the engine started smoking. This is also bad news. I was forced to ask Flynn if he could come get me in the event that neither of our vehicles could be revived.
As it turned out, Walter was able to get the van into usable condition. By then it was late afternoon, and he and Mercy had to go do their cleaning job first. So, we had to come up with yet another plan.
We finally left in the van at about 8:00 p.m. and then Flynn met us in Terrell, which is about the halfway mark between our house and his. We transferred my luggage to his car and by the time we got to his house, it was almost 11:00 and time to get some sleep since we had to get up at 5:00.
After a restless night (for me at least) we were up before dawn and soon on our way to the airport. Flynn did a great job of correctly guessing my terminal, and I checked in with no trouble. The trouble came when I went through security. I merrily put all my stuff on the conveyor belt and then afterwards I was told that my carryon suitcase would need to be opened.
I was not in the least worried because I knew I had nothing in there that I shouldn’t. The lady gave me an earnest look and said, “Do you have anything in here like a pocket knife or a credit card knife?” Note that was a very specific question. “Oh no,” says I. “I made sure to take all that stuff out when I was packing.”
So, she opened up my bag and pulled out the empty handbag I had stuffed into my suitcase for use once I got to Tennessee. Within moments she pulled out a pocket knife, and I cringed. I honestly thought that handbag was completely empty! It certainly looked empty when I looked inside before packing it.
After finding the knife, she continued to look very thoroughly through every compartment of the many-pocketed purse. I was getting a little miffed with her, since she had already found the knife, until I looked up at the x-ray picture on the screen as saw the very clear outline of my credit card knife. Oops! Eventually she found it and extracted it (I was not allowed to touch anything while she was snooping.)
I felt very chagrined. I never intended to deceive anyone. I just honestly thought that I had purged my stuff of all my knives! It would cost more than the two items were worth to check my bag, so I will just replace them at some point.
My flight was delayed for nearly an hour because the plane hadn’t been brought to the gate. After that it was uneventful and uncrowded–a great combination. There was a little hitch meeting up with Mary and Jordan, but we eventually managed it.
Mary and I went to get some coffee and shared a gluten-free muffin before coming back to her new apartment, which is very charming. Before long we’ll be taking off for the airport again to meet up with my brother and his family, with whom I’ll be riding to Crossville, which is where my parents live. Looking forward to a great weekend with my family!