We had plenty of time when we started out for Denver airport. Plenty of time to turn in our rental and take the shuttle bus to the airport. The only thing missing was the boarding passes. Since these needed to be printed out and we do not travel sans printer we had to get into a line that was long and slow. Plenty of time, but alas not enough time. By the time we made it to the check in counter we were out of time. Flight missed, we were scolded for not getting to the airport two hours early. Despite being in line for over an hour.) Next flight…8 hours later.
We were able to leave the airport for a couple of hours saved by our son who took us up to the mountains in a 1999 Honda Civic. He has a life, so he brought us back to the airport with hours to spare.
It is here that I write this. There was a bit of a struggle to plug in a phone. A woman near by seemed invested in breaking down my sanity by having a very loud phone conversation about nothing important.
I look around me and there appear to the waiting Zen master’s. Be one with the wait. Often I can be one of those who wait with the appearance of calm. Today, I am tired, annoyed and feeling slightly homicidal. Nothing to do but wait...