I am traveling today… Home
It’s been two weeks since I left my family. It will be good to see them again this afternoon Pacific Time. Right now, it’s 5am In the United Kingdom. Ironically, the fastest way home from where I am required traveling East to Frankfurt. That’s life sometimes.
Today is Ash Wednesday. In my faith, it is a day observed by abstaining from meat, fasting (two small meals) and meditation. I am challenged today. It is difficult to fast and abstain when German flight attendants are in one’s face offering champagne, wine and breads and other delights for 14 hours.
I am not going willingly into this observance. I want to barter and rationalize with God. Get this one: “Ash Wednesday hasn’t started at home yet, so I can eat until midnight Pacific time and then I will start”. Another good one was Jesus didn’t know about air travel so I should start my fast tomorrow. It’s all crap. The fast starts on Ash Wednesday and it’s Ash Wednesday where I am. I just have to travel through it.
I walked into the airport this morning and saw a huge Burger King. This was the first time in months I’ve even give. That place a second thought. Having to abstain will do that. I went into the business lounge and passed by the drinks and snacks. I did eat the bowl of Granola and the bits of fruit on my first flight and I had water, despite how good the coffee smelled.
I am traveling home today, both physically and spiritually. The physical journey ends in 14 some odd hours. The spiritual journey, well, who knows.
I hope that the coming Lenten season is meaningful for you.
My work in Europe is done. The journey home starts in 15 hours. I will be home in 31 hours.
The ceremonial travel-home shirt has been been pulled from the plastic bag the dry cleaners folded it into two weeks ago. It hangs in the closet until 4am tomorrow.
I have been looking forward to my long flight home to celebrate Ash Wednesday with my family. Then last night I realized I was flying 16 hours in Business class on a day of abstaining from eating meat and fasting. Poor planning on my part, I guess.
I could work in my room for a few hours, or I could go for a run. I am tired though. It’s been a long journey and I just want to go home. I don’t really want to do anything.
I am back in Nyon, which is always good. I slept until 7am which is the latest I have slept in what seems like forever. Yesterday was train rides 19 and 20 from the North of France to Geneva and then to Nyon.
As always on these long trips, I plan to blog every day. As also happens, I don’t get a chance to come up for air until near the end of the trip. I joke they I am so underwater right now that if I came up for air, I would die of the bends.
The calendar reminds me that a 10 mile run is scheduled. So is reading, thinking and planning ahead of the next three days. The backlog of work at home is best not considered. Tomorrow is meetings in the office and then Monday night we fly to the UK for Tuesday meetings. On Wednesday, we have to be in a cab at 4:15am on to catch our flight home. Yeah, that’s going to be fun. I am looking forward to attending Ash Wednesday services with my family that evening.
I am tired and want to crawl back into bed, but that’s not in my best interest. A day like this is easily squandered and must be used to keep moving the various balls up the field. Monday and Tuesday will be a blur in which there will be not time to breathe and think, just react. Thus, today is a day of rest and preparation.
Lest you think this is all work and no fun:
I hope your day is grand.
On the road so keeping short and sweet.
Remember that we are a blessed people. That doesn’t mean we can sit on our butts and eat bon bons. We have to help others. Go be great!
May your day be grand and your heart be light.
I have never not wanted to take a trip as much as I don’t want to take this one.
I do not want to leave my family, especially as the Child has an 8k this weekend.
Let’s make sure to spend a few moments today remembering not just focusing on the that one person, but also remembering those who have supported us and been there in the difficult times.
Remember those who
- Checked in on us when we were sick or injured.
- Bought girlscout cookies from our kids, even though they were on a diet.
- Cared enough to ask and to send a condolence cards.
- Sent you warm wishes on a difficult day
- Called you after the scary appointment with the doctor
Those are just as important as our valentine’s and they must be held dear
About 15 years ago, back in my technical days, I would travel the country with an older engineer. He was a good old boy from the south who liked his drink and the ladies.
Maybe 10 years ago he was killed at a railroad crossing when guard rails failed to deploy. It was a big story on the local news and it was a big shock that following Monday when we learned it was him.
I still work around the lady that we all assumed would one day soon be his wife. The tragedy shot that wedding to hell.
Today as I was getting ready to cruise over a set of train tacks, that insidious fear stuck it’s head out: “what if the guard rail fail AND a train just happens to be there. It’s improbably, but it’s happened to someone I know, so I looked both ways before crossing the tracks.
I then recall the scene for “The World According to Garp”, where after the plan crashes into the house, Garp decides to buy the house because he knows they will be safe there: after all, what are the odds it could happen again.
Be at peace people. Be at peace.