What a week! It started when I drove an hour to a dinner appointment—a day early. It continued when I went to a McDonald’s that had no burgers! I wrote about that below.
But that was only the beginning.
Two days later I got an e-mail from the woman whose apartment I had sublet until mid-March. She was very sick in Peru and they were releasing her from the hospital so she could fly back!! On Friday. To her tiny studio apartment. I was out! I had to pack up my stuff.
When I got the news, I was staying in Virginia. But luckily, Janice, a long lost cousin-in-law, on her way to North Carolina, was spending the night with me in VA . (She knew where I was because she’d found me on Facebook.). Janice and I drove in her car to DC on Wednesday night and packed up six months of toilet paper, napkins, a gallon of liquid Tide, toothpaste, and a bunch of other stuff that I had piled in for the duration like soy sauce, fish sauce, balsamic vinegar, olive oil, coconut milk, and more. I was happy to have her car for the trip and her help in packing. Janice left to go south early Thursday morning.
I was flying to Wisconsin for the U.S. Servas conference on Friday morning; so, mid-afternoon on Thursday I started to pack. That’s when I realized that my purse, with my driver’s license, passport, about $70, and all of my credit cards, was on its way to North Carolina!! I had left it on the floor of the passenger seat.
I had no ID, no money, no glasses, no nothing!! How could I get on a plane with no ID? How would I get to Wisconsin without a penny? I couldn’t even get to the airport. I might have just skipped the conference except that I was giving the keynote speech at seven on Friday night. It was Thursday afternoon and my identity was on its way to North Carolina.
I called Janice. She was an hour outside of Durham. I called FedEx in Durham. Yessss. For 74 dollars, they could get it to me by eight the next morning. And by God, they did!
The plane was late. For an hour and a half I was writing the above story. Then I started talking to the woman sitting next to me. The conversation was so interesting that I stopped writing, turned off the computer and began to talk. I never saw the text again!
And not only that, but the plane was so late that I almost missed my speech. The good news is that the bus from Chicago to Racine was twenty minutes late. If it had been on time, I would have arrived too late to talk!
What a week!