Lughnasa and the Korea Moon
Tuesday gratefuls: Colorado almost in the rearview. All details accounted for. Save two. Boarding pass and mail hold. Will solve this morning. All those gifts somewhere between here and Korea. Korea. My son and Seoah and Murdoch. Can’t wait to hug them. Ruth getting out today or tomorrow. The play pics. Glad that’s put to bed. A vacant feeling. Some anxiety. The usual amount for heading into unknowns with airlines and airports.
Sparks of Joy and Awe: The ability to cross oceans quickly
One brief shining: Vince will have my back for house related matters coming at least once a week to run all the taps and flush all the toilets, cut down a few dead trees, fix that damned toilet seat downstairs as well as the strip between the tile and the laminate, clean all the mini-split filters, maybe install a few shelves in my kitchen cabinets.
I would be finished except for the Post Office’s 30 day hold rule and an unreceived boarding pass. I have to fill out and return two hold forms one for thirty days and one for six. The nice guy with the gray ponytail said that should cover it. Done but I have to take them there after I have my last Aspen Perk’s breakfast for awhile.
On the boarding passes. Aaargh! When I finally had resolved all the errors on my entries, added my passport number for the fourth time, and gotten a successful notice, that last page, the one with the two options: print or send to mobile device for the boarding pass. Well. The button for the mobile boarding pass, the one I wanted, wouldn’t work. So? Just print one. Right. Except. My printer went on strike yesterday and all the tricks I know have not convinced it to return to work. I know. I can print one at the airport, but I got very completist and wanted to do one or the other. Finally, the American Airlines website sent up a distress signal. Apparently a system wide problem. Gonna go have breakfast and try again for the mobile option a few hours from now.
Been happy with how light I am with myself over these last few months. Very little oh shit Charlie, you dipstick! More amused laughter and gentle self-acceptance. This is a big and welcome change. I want to carry this change over into travel which can trigger Bad Charlie easily. I get anxious, can’t hear well, not sure I’m making good decisions and that comes out as anger. At myself and others. 99% of the time I’m fine. But, oh boy that 1%. A part of myself I want to give over to my mussar training. Pause. Breathe. Assess. Then react. Another opportunity for self-acceptance and improvement. Among the many, so many that occur everyday.
Bought two Korean literary classes for my Kindle and plan to read them on the way. Gonna take a leave in the seat pocket Lee Child Reacher thriller, too. Once I get these last matters taken care of, some food in my stomach, I’ll return to being excited. A familiar routine.
