A Plane ride, a convertible, and meeting the In-Laws, ALL WITHOUT A NET
A Plane ride, a convertible, and meeting the In-Laws, ALL WITHOUT A NET
As most of you know, Jeremy and I recently made a pilgrimage to his hometown of Grand Forks, North Dakota to introduce me to his folks and to show me all of the stomping grounds of his youth. Since we’ve returned, I really haven’t had a chance to relay the experience to my pet clan friends, so now I’m going to give you “the rest... of the story!”
First off-I was distraught over two things: flying in a plane and leaving my babies behind for seven LONG days. The flying part will get its own paragraph later.
Jeremy had made the arrangement for the flight and for boarding Lucy, Charlie and Pearl with our vet, Dr. Ramey, at All Gods Creatures. We had boarded them only once over night, and they were WELL taken care of, but my babes are SPOILED deeply, and any change in their schedule usually brings on the whines and cries that tear my heart out. Now as most of you know, we had recently adopted Hines, but we had been lucky enough that his foster Moms’ kept him for us so that the little guy could stay in an comfortable environ he was used to, and wouldn’t have any abandonment issues. So on Wednesday the 18th of July, we drove the babies over to the vet’s office to drop them off. As soon as Lucy and Charlie were put in the stall where they were to stay, they both began to cry. Lucy salivates horribly when she gets upset or nervous, so she was as mall running river as she pawed at the bars of her confinement. Little Charlie looked at me so pitiful, like he was going to cry. But it was TOO LATE; I had beaten him to it and was already bawling. On the other hand, Pearl took it like a trooper and was busy fitting on her Crown to rule the roost of loyal and new subjects in her little kingdom. It took everything I had to leave those fuzzy little hurt faces, and I squalled all the way home, feeling as if I had just doomed them to some cruel fate (Drama Queen).
So after this chore was finished, we quickly snatched up our bags and took off for the Nashville Airport to catch our flight. I had an hour and a half until I boarded the plane—just enough time for me to drive my nerves to the point of nausea and headache. When we finally got on board, I was playing that cool card, acting like this was the most natural thing in the world and that their were NO possibility that this tin can with wings could turn us into two grease stains on the ground. And so I was able to keep my composure, UNTIL WE STARTED TO MOVE!
Now I handled the take off pretty well, I only left one really deep mark in Jeremy’s knee. First the place came off the ground-no problem. It got higher-no problem. Then the tip of the wing outside my window began to flop up and down –PROBLEM!!!! Evidently, they were having trouble climbing due to turbulence, cuz the seat kept dropping from under me ever so slightly. The whole trip was like riding in a buckboard. And every time the captain came on the intercom to tell us that everything was fine except for the turbulence, he sounded like he was talking to us on a walkie-talkie from three states away!
We had brought our little DVD player and were trying to watch “The Golden Girls” to keep my mind in place. I’m sure you’ve all seen those little trays that you pull down in a plane. Well, I had the DVD sitting on mine. While we were trying to watch it, it would vibrate to the right across the tabletop and I would pull it back over to the left. Every few seconds it would make its way back over to the edge. I couldn’t figure out if I was watching TV or using a typewriter.
Then came the dark moment when I realized I couldn’t hold it till we got to Minnesota. That bathroom on the plane gave whole to meaning to “coming out of the closet”. I’ve done a lot of things in closets (HAHA), but I never peed in one. And the freaking thing was RIGHT OVER the engine — it’s so noisy that you have to really concentrate to take a leak! Using an airplane lavatory is just too much damn work.
SO I get back to my seat and start watching my DVD again, and I keep feeling this hot air on the back of my neck. The guy behind us had his head wedged between the seats and was watching right along with us. But before I could cut loose on him, we were told to put away all electronic gear and prepare to land. So he sat back in his seat and I held my tongue.
FINALLY we got off that shaking rattletrap found out luggage and picked up out rental car. It was a convertible, and Jeremy was so tickled with it. But evidently Mother Nature wasn’t as pleased, because it began to POUR rain as soon as we pulled out of the airport parking garage. We had to drive five hours to Fargo, North Dakota, where Jeremy’s sister, Jessica, lives. We stayed the first night there in Fargo and started for Grand Forks the next day, which was about another hour way. We had a room there in a hotel not far from the Ferencik homestead.
My first trip to the house Jeremy grew up in went extremely well. His mom, Pat, and dad, Jerry, did everything in their power to make me feel welcome and make sure I was comfortable and at home. I also got to meet their little fuzzies, Max and Abby Rose.
Max, the larger of the two, reminded me so much of my own Charlie. Abby is even smaller than our newbie, Hines, but with the same spastic personality. I loved being there with them, even though it made me homesick for my own fuzzies.
Over the next few days, they took us to Devils Lake to a big casino on an Indian reservation, to a bar to play BINGO, the street fair in Grand Forks, and other little spots. At the Casino, my mother in law won $2500, of which she gave us all $100 a piece. Now in my family, THAT’S LOVE!!! Honestly, I was touched that she included me in the camaraderie. She told me if I was going to be part of the family, I might as well share in the good as well as the bad. The bad was posing for pictures outside the casino.
I think I gained 20 pounds over the seven days, because they fed us like we were going off to war! When time came to get back on the next plane, I had trouble fitting in the seat!
So we flew back to Nashville, on a smoother flight, and landed safe and sound. I told Jeremy several times on those last days of vacation, that I didn’t mean any harm, but I would be so glad to get back to my beloved Dixieland. As we got off the plane, the DRUG DOGS greeted us. Have you ever thought of your life as one silly, long, Ziggy cartoon? That thought occurred to me as the drug dogs gave us a sniff. I think it was just security, but I mean, come on; we just got back from Minneapolis, not COLUMBIA! We got back home around 11 pm and flopped out on the bed to sleep. We had slept well on vacation partially due to our alcohol consumption. But we were both awake most of the first night home, cuz we don’t sleep without babies (or liquid help-lol).
Jeremy and I were up and dressed at 7:30, as the vet opened at 8 o’clock and we were not going to have another day without the babies. We got there just as they were unlocking the door, and were greeted with slobbery kisses and “hugs” from my Charlie and Lucy. Pearl sort of acted like she didn’t want to leave, but she came anyway. When we got home, we made arrangements for Hines to be delivered before noon, so that by 10 am, all my babies were home with us, safe and sound.
So ended the epic voyage to the great white North, and my joyous return to the soil of Dixie land. God Bless the South! And I thank God and will be forever grateful that my all of my babies were kept safe and sound, and that we were not made into strange shaped grease spots that had fallen out of the sky. Vacations are nice, but it’s damn good to be home.
posted by B at 8/09/2007 07:29:00 PM