So, here I am, sitting pretty, living large, on top of the world, with a solution to my vexing problems and a very viable back-plan firmly in place. I go to my 7AM meeting and yuck it up at my family's expense, to a few desultory laughs. (Actually, I don't do that - I yuck it up at my expense because everyone finds that a lot more hilarious. They know who the %$!! problem is, after all).
I texted a friend a few days ago whose mother lives in the same retirement community as my parents. He comes over for the Sunday brunch often and we usually eat together when I visit - he's in the same Program class as I am and there's a bond there that's hard for outsiders to comprehend. He was the kind soul who let me use a car for an entire week the last time I was in town at a total cost to me of approximately nothing. We penciled in the second Sunday of my visit for a meal as he is out of town on vacation for the next 10 days.
This morning, after my meeting, I get this text: "I have a car at the airport that you can use until we get back." I do not question the sincerity of offers like these when they come from Program people. He made the offer because he wanted to, and I accepted because it is very, very helpful. I thanked him a couple of times, and I let it go at that. I think it devalues the offer to refuse a gift given - an offer is an offer sincerely made. Thanks means thanks.
The point is that once I let go solutions came my way. I'd like to say that the solutions are always convenient like they are in this case - lamentably not the case - but the situation clears up. The important thing is that when I'm pulling the levers and pushing the buttons I can never get the damn plane to take off. When I go back to my seat in coach and let the damn pilot fly the damn plane I get where I'm supposed to go.
Now, I still don't want to go back but that's a whole 'nother topic.
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