We woke up on day 9 determined to get in one last quick adventure before we had to be at the Boston Logan Airport to catch our plane back to reality land. I wanted to go see the Salem witch trial stuffs, but instead we finally settled on checking out The House of Seven Gables or at least the house that was the inspiration for the novel by Nathaniel Hawthorne, he who also wrote The Scarlet Letter. I’ve read the latter book, but had never read the former one… that will change after this visit as I had to buy the book in the gift shop… you bet your sweet bippy!
It was another grey and rainy day… umbrella worthy, but the house was totes neat… complete with a hidden staircase, which we got to walk up… I would not have fit up that staircase 227 pounds ago… no question about it.
We also saw Nathaniel Hawthorne’s birthplace and found out interesting facts about the author… like the fact that he basically lived as a hermit, shut off from the world for years, while he mastered his writing craft. Ironically, I was shut off from the world for years, but the only thing I mastered was eating a large Hawaiian Pizza in one sitting. Y’all, that should be a profession! I win!
We then headed to the airport and to drop off our trusty stained seat Kia Sorento. Bye, Kia. It was a good thing we arrived 2 hours before our flight because the ticket desk had a line 5 miles long with 2 people working it. We barely made it before the flight deadline and had to pick up our tickets at the gate. Laws… girl with anxiety issues coming through! We had another layover in Chicago, which was only made longer when we learned that our connecting flight was delayed by hours due to rainy weather! The Wicked Witch of the West was right… I’m melting… This was Madre’s reaction when she learned we’d have to sit at the airport for even longer:
It probably didn’t help that I was telling her to smile and the airport was undergoing construction so the Internet was out and there was no power to plug in her phone. By the time we arrived in Salt Lake City and then drove the 90 miles home, it was around 2ish in the morning or 4ish back East.
To wrap it all up… I could not have done any of this trip 2 years ago. Stamp it, guarantee it, and then deliver it to Hades. Could NOT have. Between the walking and the walking and the walking, oh and the fitting into booths and chairs with arms on them and did I mention walking? There would have been absolutely no way I could have done it. I would have had to rent myself a fork lift, a Jazzy scooter, and a vile of Valium. Changing my life has really opened so many more doors and windows for me… literally. No longer do I feel like my only chance of a good time is if there happened to be a Christmas Story Marathon on TNT one weekend or if the local burger joint started making deliveries. Hard work… WORTH IT. Worth every dagblasted frustrating minute of the last 2 years. You best believe it.
Question of the Day: Where was the last big trip you took?
Note: Thanks for sticking with me whilst I blabbered on about pretty much nothing for the last few weeks. It will be good to have my memories down in writing for when I get Alzheimer disease next year and can’t remember which hand is right and which is left.