On my way.
I am sitting in Chicago O’Hare airport, an airport that I guess was at some point in the past considered modern. At this point it seems a bit tired and worn. Undoubtedly, it is not an airport for the 21st century – if finding outlets for a computer is any indication. In Terminal 1, the outlets are few and very far between. Moreover, there is no free wireless. I found out from a gentleman at the local Brookstone stand that the airport used to have free wireless connectivity. However, the Daley administration (I guess that of Richard II) did away with it. Because I had been thinking half-jokingly that the lack of modern amenities might have something withChicago being “Chicago,” I was prepared to ask the gentleman about some political cause for this state of affairs, but thought why bother. Why bother, indeed! I was right.
Yesterday, 8 August, was insane, in part because the day before, Sunday, was sane. I made a final trip out toFredericksburgand visited with friends and took in the blessings ofSouthChurch. (It was good to see you, Tony! And thank you for allowing me a few words, Paige!) Of course, as a practical matter, the hours I spent in Fred, which could have been given over to packing, made yesterday that monster that it was.
I woke up and had a quiet time of reading: a blessing, but the clock was ticking. I packed the kitchen. Oh, nuts. Let’s just say the Packing Elves had a field day, with me being the field. I can still feel their cleat marks. Then, my bank card decided to go “pfft,” which made getting traveler’s checks a bit of a minor detour. And then it was a sprint to get some last-minute stuff to storage, two runs to the Salvation Army, a run to Jennifer’s house to drop my travel items plus some stuff for Nate and the house, and then the rental car returned. Kudos to me for renting a car for these past few days, as having it was truly necessary.
Somehow, it all happened. After dropping off the car, I walked back to 11411 and did some final cleaning, and had a few quiet moments with Big Foot. I will miss that extremely companionable cat a lot. He was a delight at every turn. God and St. Francis, watch over him, and his side-kick Squirt McGuirt.
Jennifer came by and we drove back to her house together. I was emotionally spent, and was in quiet tears in the car. (They are upon me now.) At her house I kind of puttered, and kind of did not, and drank a lot of water. I am even now barely hydrated. I wanted to breathe. Even with the broken ribs, I was able to get things done, but not without cost.
At last I took a shower and kind of got myself together. Jennifer ordered pizza, which was good. She and I then did a final run to 11411, where I had a last good-bye to Big Foot and Squirt, and I dropped off the key. Later that evening, when it was quiet, when Grace and Nate headed upstairs, she and I had some time to talk and pray, and I read her a chapter out of “Goforth in China,” the chapter about Rosalind Goforth, who is also the author of this account. To sleep. A sound and intense, if brief sleep.
She drove me to the airport at about6am. I negotiated security without event. The flight here was easy. And now I sit and wait, as the flight toBeijingis delayed about 3 hours. Thank you, my Dearest Friend for all you have done, and continue to do.
I am still exhausted, and I look forward to being able at last to rest on this long flight.
P.S. After about an hour on the phone with Boingo tech reps, I can now access the internet at the airport, so I can post this.
One response to “On My Way”
I’m sure it was hard to leave. Well done for having the courage to take this new venture on.
Let us know when you’ve arrived!