Grounded! (and not because of Fay)

SOOOOOO:
This morning I woke up EARLY! My flight to Orlando was at 7:45 on AirTran... even with Tropical Storm Fay... my flight said it was on time. So, I left the Albrecht's at 6:30... everything was great... traffic was moving and grooving...

.. and then, the over night work crew on 635 hadn't opened the two lanes they blocked off... the flashing road work sign said the lanes would be closed until 6 am... LIARS! It was bumper to bumper... for a WHILE. Then I kept calling Air Tran to find out which terminal Air Tran is in... but they would only tell me the flight time, and number, and that it was on time... and when I tried to speak to an agent... the automated voice said, "We are experiencing technical difficulties. Goodbye."

UGH! I could NOT get a real person or even a fake one to tell me which terminal... So I had to drive through all of them... starting at A... AirTran (if anyone is interested) is E.... so I zig-zagged through terminals A, B, C, D before I finally got to E.

By then I knew I was cutting it close... but I still had 30 mins as I parked and ran towards the check-in counter... only to realize I had left my cell phone in the car... so I had to run back and get it. Then I hauled ass over to the check-in counter, no one was in line (probably because of the storm in Fla).. but they still made me check in at the machine first.... which told me to go to the counter (still no line), but the agent was having an obviously important (that is sarcastic) conversation with the other agent, even though I was obviously freaking out... I was all sweaty and out of breath from running... then I hear "Final call for flight 111 to Orlando".... I RUDELY interrupted and said, "that's my flight!" The woman at the ticket counter said, "well, you missed it." I coulda run... I woulda run... and made it... my fate of making or missing my flight was all in the hands of this one woman... and in an annoyed voice, she said again, "No. You missed it."

This was at 7:30.... My flight was at 7:42. That was close... but too close to make it!??! I got NO slack and I missed my flight. Seriously?????

BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHGHG!!!!!@!@!RE##T#%#@%@!@#$%*()

So, now I'm on standby... freezing my butt-off (the AC has gotta be set at 60 degrees or lower), waiting for a 9:45 flight to Atlanta and then from Atlanta to Orlando... If everything goes well I should be there by 2:45pm. But the news keeps talking about tropical storm Fay.... how bad it is.... but the other flight was on time... who knows....

... i still can't believe I missed my flight...

I hate flying... not because of planes... but because of all of the people you have to deal with and airlines.. and airports... I'd much rather drive. seriously...

Coulda Shoulda Woulda

Dylan with a dinosaur...

Yesterday, I was interviewed for a episode on the Veria network (veria.com), for their series, "The Art of Living Gallery" show... I had so much to do to prepare. I had to pick up some of my prints from The Gypsy Wagon, and get ready (I was told not to wear patterns... and "jewel tones" work best on camera), and go by my storage unit... drop off Dylan, go down to the Bowmans' studio and get all of my work (new and old) out to display...

It's hard having my stuff spread out... some in storage, some at friends houses, some at studios, most in my car... I would like one place where I can keep everything... hopefully that's what Lockhart will be for me this fall...

The crew who interviewed and filmed me were very nice. I was feeling like I was scattered and spread way too thin... I made and had to break plans with so many people while I was in Dallas... Really, if it weren't for this show that I had committed to, I wouldn't have gone back to Dallas at all before Orlando. I wish I was more in a "zen" state of mind... I crammed in some self-help CD and listened to how to be present and live in the moment, while I ran around town like a headless chicken.... At least it was a good attempt to get my head in the right place.

I felt like I rambled and rambled.. I hope I said somethings that sounded intelligent... I need to stop thinking about what I "coulda woulda shoulda" said... it's done with... it's up to them to make me sound okay.

I also haven't talked about the night that Carter died in what seems like a long time... maybe it hasn't been that long... but it felt like it... after everything, I was physically and emotionally exhausted.... I had to take a long nap.... and I had to break more plans.

I'm sorry to everyone who I made plans with and had to cancel. I really spread myself so thin in Dallas this time. But I'll be back next week... and after that I'll be in Lockhart, and back and forth to Dallas...