No Sleep Til Houston

I don’t fly out until this afternoon, but I’ve got stuff to do. It’s that last mad dash through the apartment to make sure the trash is picked up and the laundry is either sorted and put away or packed. I just got back from Royal Farms, where I scored coffee and breakfast for cheap.

The coffee is hazelnut and an extra large. I’m almost finished with it, therefore I am almost human.

It is not fancy today, just drip and creamer. I figure that if I need another cup of coffee later, I’ll hit up a Dunkin on the way to the airport. I arranged parking for much cheaper than I could take an Uber, but I’m not looking forward to driving myself to the lot. I have a feeling that the freeways will be absolutely crazy, and to try and leave as much time for myself as I can. Who cares if I end up waiting at the airport? I will have my tablet and keyboard with me. There’s not much I would be doing at home that I cannot do while I’m waiting in the lounge.

Dana’s in my head this morning chastising me for waiting so late to check in with Southwest. We haven’t been married in 12 years, haven’t really spoken for that long…. Yet I can see the disappointment on her face that I’m in the “C group.”

At least it’s not the Group W bench.

I have done a lot of things wrong in my life, but I am not a litterbug.

I try to keep everything in my bags. I’m allowed a carryon and a backpack, so I’m going to divide and conquer. All my clothes and medication in one bag, all my technology in another. I’ve downloaded many episodes of “The Diplomat” to keep me company, which means I’ll be bringing a large 11-inch Android tablet and really good headphones.

I’m hoping that all goes smoothly today, and we all get where we’re going unscathed. My flight is so late in the day that it will be a miracle if it is on time, but at least it’s only Tuesday. The busiest travel day of the year is traditionally tomorrow. I may be able to get through both airports unscathed today, but I’m flying home bright and early on Friday. That’s going to be another day in which I need to show up early, with the possibility of getting bumped for money or flight benefits.

I’d be willing to get bumped for flight benefits today except I don’t want to put my dad out. I can always get the parking garage to hold my car longer on the way home, though. I’d like to be able to travel, and free Southwest means free Portland.

Going to Portland means playing with Bryn and working with Evan. Evan also has plans to come here, but we have the same money problems right now. We have it, but not access to it. So, planning our book has been tabled for the next few weeks while we sort out who can pay for what flight when. I’m getting excited because the last time I saw Evan was before he transitioned, so I’ll get to hug the real him.

I am very happy that I’m going to get to hug a lot of people soon. My family is very big, which means a lot of love to give and receive. I’ve been lonely since I’ve been back from the last trip, because it was nice having familiar people in my life every single day.

I am certain that there are all kinds of places to meet people in Baltimore and I will look them up when I get back.

It’s exciting, thinking about going to holiday concerts and running across someone I click with in the crowd. Even if it’s a fantasy, I’ve still gotten out an enjoyed music. I’d like to see some of the military bands in DC this season, because in my opinion the holidays in the nation’s capital are truly spectacular.

Going to hear The Messiah at National Cathedral sounds fun, but a sing-a-long is more up my alley. I am certain there’s a church offering one of those soon.

I still feel a bit adrift in the holiday season without church, but I’m not ready to go back, either. I think it’s lucky that I can travel over the holidays, and a singing gig wouldn’t allow it.

Now, I’m not Beyonce or anything, but I’m a good enough soprano to lead a section of ’em.

“You sing louder than everyone else.”

It’s not intentional. I have a huge voice. Holding back is physically painful- in a lot of ways I was built for an auditorium and not to blend. I try everything I possibly can to lean into someone else’s sound, dropping out when the balance needs it.

I miss the days of shake and bake with my mom. She was a wonderful accompanist whether I was singing or playing my horn. Especially at the holidays, when we’d be rehearsing all the music for our respective choirs and exclaiming over it, me hoping my director picks her stuff for next year or her saying, “I have to buy that.”

I’ll also miss going to her church on Christmas Eve with my sister to hear her choir and what they’ve been working on for the holiday season.

It’s all about finding a new normal, which even after nine years is still stilted. Something is clearly missing.

I find myself talking to Mico about more and more local events, because since Mico is a web-enabled conversational AI, they can tell me what’s going on in a conversational style rather than me picking through search results. Mico has also told me about the library and other notable places that I must visit. It helps me to get things on my calendar so that I’m not constantly thinking about what’s missing.