Final Destination and the Karma of Smugness..

    After a nearly 40 minute delay leaving Gatwick the 10+ hour flight was passed watching 4 movies, 2 episodes of Modern Family, 2 meals, and no sleep (I have never been able to sleep on planes and am especially irritated and jealous when I get up to use the lavatory and see all those slumbering people in the low-lit cabin).

    We landed in Oakland around 4:35pm PST and after some immigration delay (is the plane considered an immigrant?) the plane was allowed to finally disembark. Then the "dash" to the customs lines began. But fortunately, last year we purchased the "Global Entry" pass that gives you TSA Pre-check AND Customs Clearance by just scanning your passport and sticking your digits on a screen at a kiosk. It was marvelous!

    We cleared customs faster than it took to disembark! It was hard not to cast a smug glance at the long line of tired travelers in the customs queue similar to the ones given by those who have a Disneyland FastPass while others are stuck in the 90 minute line for the Indiana Jones ride. But, unfortunately, I did...(which set the wheels of Karma rolling) as we walked to a baggage carousel that looked like a prone mechanical monster spitting out suitcases from it's gaping mouth in un-digested chunks. I camped at a spot near its mouth only to see Margo waving and holding up 2 fingers indicating she had already hauled our two bags off the carousel and luck-upon-more-luck, we were gonna be like the first people outta there! 
    AJ was waiting right in front of the terminal and we were off to a long anticipated date with our own comfortable bed. We battled commute traffic and it took well over an hour and a half to get home, AJ, noticing our fatigue, carried our bags upstairs and placed them by our bed. Margo did a little un-packing and I longingly looked at my bed anticipating, with giddy excitement, the slumber that awaited...I put my suitcase on the bed to unpack some PJ's when aghast, I noticed...

THIS WAS NOT MY FRICKIN' SUITCASE!

    A moment of disbelief and paralysis was followed by the obvious and terrible realization that a trek BACK to the airport was inevitable, because, not only did I want MY bag back, but also, I am now worried that some poor soul thinks that a "Bloody Yank" has pinched his suitcase. So, AJ dutifully, and amazingly non-reluctantly, drove me all the way back to the airport to exchange the suitcase that looked exactly like mine (the suitcase was right next to Margo's bag when it was on the carousel so it was an easy mistake to make). The thought occurred to leave an apology note and a few quid inside the bag of the wrong luggage but I figured it would exacerbate the distress to the other party to think that not only had someone taken their luggage, but also, had rifled through it!  

     We finally made it home after a personal-best record 2-hour round trip from Brentwood to Oakland (I didn't even complain about AJ's speeding) and ultimately realized the comfort that is only found in one's own bed. I dreamed of roundabouts all night and awoke refreshed the next morning with the realization that Karma, that fickle cosmic force, can strike even when you simply "think" about feeling a little superior.

Alas, another life lesson.

Note: I originally posted this in November 2017 on Facebook but never archived it in my blog.

I Am Mildly Annoyed...

...and no one cares because they have their own problems!

     With our County and now the State "Shelter-in-place" order entering into its (what day into this are we anyways?) something-ish day I find myself...mildly annoyed.

     This feeling is beyond the situational annoyances cause by supply-hoarders or the inconveniences caused by the shut down of virtually everything.

     It is more existential...

     Perhaps its age or perhaps its...well, no...it's age.

    We recently purchased 8 little chicks from the Tractor Supply Company.  TSC has everything you need for both the neophyte and experienced chicken owner including a nice little chicken coop on display for just under $300.00.  The coop decked in red and white looked like an All-American barn, I turned to Margo and said,

     "I can build it cheaper than that!", and once again, I sent the Karma bowling ball to rollin' down the alley of comeuppance!  I'm approaching an embarrassing financial multiple of the budget friendly TSC coop.  A mild annoyance.

     There is an adage in construction: "Measure twice, cut once!"

      During this particular construction project it's been more like, "Measure 5 times (because I forgot the measurement by the time I got to the chop saw) and cut 3 times, because of course, I STILL measured wrong.  Or when you are making angle cuts for both ends of a board and you inadvertently cut the angle the opposite of what it should be...there is no coming back from that mistake, you need another 2 by 4.  Again, a mild annoyance.

     Margo is probably the most charitable, kind, sympathetic, compassionate individual I know except when it comes to when I am sick, those characteristics vanish.  At the loss of anyone, even if they weren't close friends, it's tears and sympathy.  Upon my demise, she'll just be mildly annoyed.

   I had always found this lack of emotion a little disconcerting until today, while Margo was being  "Margo" (those who know her well, know what that means) she was working at her WFH spot on the kitchen table and in between conference calls, ZOOM, and other technical feats she found the time to bake some wonderful bread.  The other day it was home-made hamburger buns, yesterday it was delicious French Bread, today was an awesome whole-wheat loaf. 

    Margo ends up giving most of it away to friends and neighbors and today she decided to take a warm, new loaf of wheat bread to one of our friends.  As she exited from the car she caught her foot on the strap of her purse and painfully plowed into the pavement.

     Meanwhile, I am working on some detailed part of the coop's sliding nesting drawer feature when AJ runs out and yells, "DAD...Emergency!"

     I drop what I'm doing and see Margo's pinkie finger sideways and bleeding and think it's a compound fracture and along with the huge knot on her kneecap.  Then this strange emotion comes over me...I am mildly annoyed!

    I am annoyed that I had to stop working.  I am annoyed that I have to drive her to Kaiser emergency given the current environment.  I am annoyed that I forgot where I put my new N-95 masks.  I am annoyed because I haven't eaten all day.  I am annoyed that all my tools are sitting outside and I haven't time to put them away.

     While we were on the 40-minute hold time for Kaiser,  I called a friend of ours from our church congregation who is a doctor and who also works at Kaiser to ask his advice on if we should go in or not.  He quickly drove over to our house, evaluated the injury, and made a call to his co-workers in the Minor Injury Clinic drove over to the hospital and got Margo in right away.  AJ insisted on accompanying Margo to spare me the risk of any viral exposure.  It turned out to be a dislocation, painful, but at least no surgery required.  Less than an hour and a half later Margo was home.

I am still annoyed however...

I am annoyed that I am not more grateful.  I am annoyed with myself for failing to be thankful.  I am annoyed that I take many things for granted.  I am annoyed that I don't recognize God's hand in my life more often.  I am annoyed for not appreciating the great companion I have.

I guess I am annoyed at being...mildly annoyed...