No, I've not given up blogging; I'm just on an extended business trip that is mostly destroying my will to live. I used to love business travel. Now I hate it.
As a result, we don't have anything particularly cogent for tonight. Just a few random thoughts:
I had the distinct pleasure of sitting next to remarkable young man on my flight to Atlanta on Sunday. Sometimes, we see in the next generation a reason to feel hopeful. So to Andrew, in seat 7A: I salute you! Remember, if you do your job well, I won't have to work so hard at mine. So I'm counting on you.
Every time I go to Orlando in the winter, they have a record-breaking cold snap that arrives the day I do and ends the day I leave. I'm the Snow Miser. Who knew?
My conference the first part of this week was on the Disney resort property, so I couldn't help but try to avail myself of a little of the magic while I was there. I made my first trip to Disney when I was 30, and for me, it was as magical then as I think it would have been if I had been 8 years old. When I was pregnant with Kiersten, I remember being at Epcot Center for the Millennial Parade. There was a little girl seated on the other side of the parade route, who looked exactly as I imagined at the time Kiersten would look at the age of six. I remember that looking at her filled me with a combination of excitement, expectation and intense sadness. I cried through most of the parade.
I was wrong about how Kiersten would look. But last night I saw a dozen different children running through Downtown Disney, each caught out of the corner of my eye, who looked so much like Kiersten that I was finally driven to flee the property in tears. By the time I reached the car, I was choking on my sobs. I have few regrets. Not having a chance to take my baby to the Magic Kingdom was one of them. We often think we have a lifetime to experience things. And we do. But sometimes that lifetime isn't as long as we think it will be.
I am looking forward to going home this weekend and getting the Christmas decorations put up. I hope that Mr. Bean and Daisy help. I hate decorating by myself.
I really like Grace Potter and the Nocturnals. I sang Ooo La La in the Karaoke bar last night. (lol)
This afternoon, on my way from Dulles Airport to the hotel where I'm staying, we passed Arlington Cemetery. There was a funeral going on for one of our service members. They were on a small hilltop, and they set off the 21-gun salute, just as we were driving by. It was beautiful and desperate and dignified all at once. And somewhere in there, a mother was saying good-bye to her child. My heart was with her, for a moment.