Lonely at Logan
Christmas carols at Logan airport are blaring so loudly that the imagined sound of my mother’s whistle calling for assistance is buried in the background. My hands smell of coffee, dried prunes and soap. It’s 9 a.m. and I’ve been up since 4. My mother is fragile and one of my brothers is still drinking. I’m worried about the short 25 minute layover I have at my Charlotte connection and that three inches of snow are called for in Roanoke where I’m scheduled to land this afternoon. I lost my temper with the ferry attendant because he wanted me to pay for a ticket I already bought because another attendant gave me the wrong one. I’m irritated that my cup of Early Gray is flat because the girl at the Au Bon Pain gave me hot water with an unopened tea bag instead of pouring the water over it. I’m confused trying to figure out how to use a borrowed cell phone and when I do figure it out, no one answers. At gate B5, the carpet’s been torn up. My bags are spread out on the exposed concrete where I dropped them. I’ve done the best I could but there is so much more to do. Now my siblings will pick up the weight.
December 5th, 2010 12:28 am
Hugs.
December 5th, 2010 4:24 am
sometimes life is just plain hard. sending hugs across the wires and wishes for a nice reunion with joe.
December 5th, 2010 4:56 am
It sounds like you are ready to go home, but feeling pulled by your Mom’s condition and other difficult things there in Hull. Life certainly can be so very very hard and especially where family is concerned. I hope you get home safely and that your dear Joe will be waiting to fold you in his arms….I send you Big Hugs, my dear Colleen.
When you have a chance, stip by to see some Beautiful Art!
December 5th, 2010 3:00 pm
What a powerful..honest post. Love the emotion you’ve express..the conflicting feelings and overall confusion. Wonderful piece!
December 5th, 2010 3:36 pm
I can see the raw edges of your emotions. It is the hardest saying goodbye and letting it fall into the hands of others. These mishaps in travel are like big gray dense clouds now. Any other time they would just be disappointments at which you shrug your shoulders.