It feels like I was gone three weeks, not just three days. When our car pulled into the driveway, Silk was standing at the gate. As soon as she saw me, she started calling to me. I got lots of good horse snuggle. Siete was in the barn and as she walked out, I instantly noticed that she was limping on her back left leg.
As soon as I greeted the rest of my family and things settled down, I went back to investigate. My husband and daughter said that she had been walking normally all day. I picked out her foot, expecting to find an abscess, but couldn’t see anything. Worrying, I went to bed with the intent of calling the vet or the farrier in the morning. Strange, but when I came out to feed her, she was walking normally this morning. I was relieved, yet my gut feeling is that she’s having another bout of Lyme Disease. We shall see, and I am going to call the vet tomorrow to discuss what’s going on with her.
On a happier note, I had a great time while I was in St. Louis. I am not going to talk about what I was videotaping until the show is done and there’s an airdate. The highlight of my trip was meeting the Budweiser Clydesdales and Dalmatians up close and personal. I got sweet horsey kisses from Jake, the biggest Clydesdale in the world. He is enormous with the most beautiful gentle eyes. The Dalmatians, Doc, Mickey and Barley, are adorable, friendly and well trained. I think that if there’s such a thing as reincarnation, I want to come back as a Budweiser Clydesdale. They live a pampered life of luxury for sure.
And now, I’m going to do a little riff on the trauma of air travel in this country. When I got on the plane at LaGuardia, we had mechanical problems. There was an hour and forty minute wait squished in on the plane. I thought that I was going to miss my connecting flight and that I would have to drive from Chicago to St. Louis. Landing at O’Hare, I learned that my connecting flight was also delayed, but about to take off. I ran full out down the entire length of Concourse H and got on the plane just before they shut the door. Coming back, I missed the big storm and tornadoes that went through Chicago on Monday night, so I thought that it would be an easy return.
The flight from St. Louis to Chicago is only forty minutes long, but when we got in the air, the pilot came on with an announcement. He asked if anyone who had been a Boy Scout or a Girl Scout noticed that the sun was on the wrong side of the plane. That’s because we’re going west, not east, he told us. There was another storm so we were being routed in the opposite direction and then up north. The good news was that we had just fueled up, so there was no chance we’d run out. That also meant they could keep us flying in huge loops across Nebraska, Iowa and Wisconsin for almost three hours. Of course, I missed my connecting flight. When we landed, the airport was still like a refuge camp from the night before when everyone got stranded. People were sprawled out in makeshift beds on the floor. It was jammed. Several hours later, I managed to get on a flight. The lady next to me had been there since the night before. She spent three hours during the worst of the storm in a plane sitting on the runway. It had been very scary, and then, they were finally allowed to go back to the terminal to sleep in a chair or on the floor. So, I had actually been lucky, I guess.
But, really, what has happened to our once wonderful air travel industry? Remember when you could just get on a plane and go straight to where you were going in two hours instead of having to spend eight or ten hours struggling with the routine disarray that I just experienced? They even charged me $15 to check one piece of luggage. I don’t mind all the crazy taking off of shoes and putting cosmetics and toothpaste in one little plastic bag and dumping everything electronic out into a too small plastic bin. I can understand and even appreciate that part for safety’s sake. But everything else about flying has become a nightmare. And it costs more than it ever has. My husband reminded me, “Welcome to my world. Now you know why I’m so tired and cranky when I get home from a trip.”
Too bad we can’t just hitch up a wagon and let a team of Clydesdales pull us to where we’re going.