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31 Dec

I MARRIED MR. WUMPHEE: I DON’T DARE LEAVE HOME WITHOUT HIM

Posted on 2010 under Anti-Psychotics | No Comment
When I have to fly out of town alone to speak, Bill usually takes me out to the airport to be sure I get my luggage checked correctly and get on the right flight. He also has to check the “Joy Box” items that I take along, as well as my boxes of books. Bill usually does all that and he’s very good at it. But on a trip recently, I didn’t have my melancholy husband with me; I had Lynda, who is every bit as sanguine as I am.
So there we were at the Ontario Airport, just talking away, having fun. The plane was supposed to leave at 12:50, but we were there early and had plenty of time. All of a sudden we looked up, and it seemed as if there was nobody left in the airport. I said, “Lynda, where has everybody gone?” It was 12:55! We had been sitting there laughing and talking and hadn’t heard anyone announce the plane or anything. We ran down the ramp and there was the plane, almost ready to pull out. They had already made the last call. So we frantically dashed for the door and just made it, lugging all our carry-on stuff and wondering where all that time had gone.
Later, I called Bill and admitted, “I sure missed you today. I nearly didn’t make the plane.”
He chuckled and started chiding me, “Well, if you would pay attention to what you’re doing, you’d be OK. If I could have been there, that wouldn’t have happened.”
So I told him that that just made me appreciate him all the more, and I’d never try to catch another plane without him. “When you’re along,” I said gratefully, “I can just sit and relax, and you’ll get me on the right plane on time.”
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I MARRIED MR. WUMPHEE: I DON’T DARE LEAVE HOME WITHOUT HIMWhen I have to fly out of town alone to speak, Bill usually takes me out to the airport to be sure I get my luggage checked correctly and get on the right flight. He also has to check the “Joy Box” items that I take along, as well as my boxes of books. Bill usually does all that and he’s very good at it. But on a trip recently, I didn’t have my melancholy husband with me; I had Lynda, who is every bit as sanguine as I am.So there we were at the Ontario Airport, just talking away, having fun. The plane was supposed to leave at 12:50, but we were there early and had plenty of time. All of a sudden we looked up, and it seemed as if there was nobody left in the airport. I said, “Lynda, where has everybody gone?” It was 12:55! We had been sitting there laughing and talking and hadn’t heard anyone announce the plane or anything. We ran down the ramp and there was the plane, almost ready to pull out. They had already made the last call. So we frantically dashed for the door and just made it, lugging all our carry-on stuff and wondering where all that time had gone.Later, I called Bill and admitted, “I sure missed you today. I nearly didn’t make the plane.”He chuckled and started chiding me, “Well, if you would pay attention to what you’re doing, you’d be OK. If I could have been there, that wouldn’t have happened.”So I told him that that just made me appreciate him all the more, and I’d never try to catch another plane without him. “When you’re along,” I said gratefully, “I can just sit and relax, and you’ll get me on the right plane on time.”*50\316\2*

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