Bridges and airports

This really should be typed in yellow. I am a coward when it comes to bridges and airports. I am going to confront both tomorrow morning on my way to Toronto. I am fine being in an airport; I just don't want to drive into or out of them. I can't tell you why. Perhaps this started when the airliner crashed on the freeway here years ago. Bridges have terrified me since I was a child. I have convinced myself that they won't fall, but I can't seem to convince myself that I won't fall off of them. Michigan gets icy during the winter, so the concept of sliding off a driving surface is not alien to me.

I am not flying tomorrow. I am picking up my current romantic interest from the airport in Toronto after I am tired and wired from driving about 6 hours. Don't ask why I agreed to do that. He seems to sweet talk me into things. Works for me, generally.

I will get up early, pack up everything including the hounds, and drive to the doggy camp, an hour away. The standard beagles will stay there with my friends while I go visit with my legal beagle. Another hour, and I will be at that same bridge I wrote about before. I am hoping that familiarity will not breed contempt. (The bridge, that is, not the romantic interest.) I am going to try to enjoy the view while I am stuck in morning rush traffic on a huge, long, bouncing bridge that is high enough not to need a drawbridge and is overrun by gigantic, heavy trucks.

Surely immigration won't want to fondle my lingerie again. They didn't check anything, not even my ID, when I drove to Toronto before but they carefully inspected my luggage both ways when I flew to Winnipeg. Maybe Winnipeg is a hotbed for smuggling. Who knew?

My Pretravel Freak Dance is already in high mode, so I figured I would write early while maybe I can still spell a word or two. Feel sorry for my new class today. I will try to teach them the first session in a fundamental computer class. This will be a room of senior citizens who have probably never touched a keyboard before and will be intimidated until I can make them comfortable with the scary equipment. A wild-eyed, jiggering, stuttering instructor who can't sit still, remember any terms such as "operating system," or get two eyes tracking in the same direction won't instill confidence in the group. I will need to focus, be calm, and exude an aura of comfort. I can do this. AIEEEE!!!