Nor am I Jack Kerouac. And Frankie definitely isn’t Dean Moriarty.
I’m a stressed-out middle-aged woman with a small frightened dog and a Hyundai that’s making an odd whistling sound.
Feh on the romance of the road
Don’t get me wrong. I love being in different places. I just hate getting there, and preparing to get there.
As I head out tomorrow for San Diego here are the top ten things I’m currently worried about, in no particular order:
1. That I will run out of interesting listening material
Before I take a long trip, I always go to the library to get books on CD to make the drive pass quickly. This time I couldn’t find anything riveting and it’s Sunday and the library is closed. My choices are an Amish romance novel (long story about why I chose it); a parable about blindness by a Nobel Prize winner; a World War II story (I liked the Navajo code talker angle but it’s still a World War II story); a novel that involves a child molester; and a legal mystery. This last, by Lisa Scottoline, would have been perfect except that I realized that I already listened to it.
2. That I won’t have the right clothes for my book signing in San Diego
I put together something that I thought would look good and then remembered I’m going to be in San Diego, which has different, cooler weather. You’d think that the fact that I opted to do a book signing in a much more temperate city than Tucson would have been on my mind when I was going through my closet.
3. That if I find the right clothes they won’t fit because I’ve been stress eating.
4. That I will be in an accident and no one will know what to do with Frankie when I get sent to the hospital.
This was inspired by a comment that came in this morning on my last post, Five Car Safety Tips. Jodi T. wrote:
I had an accident 2 yrs previous in which my neck was broken. As a result, I had to be taken to hospital, my car left behind. My dog sat in the car, all by herself, in a parking lot beside one of the busiest streets in my city for a few hours! I was able to contact family, but it’s something to think about when you travel with your dog. In an emergency, what about the dog?
Local emergency contacts don’t do much good if you are several hundred miles from home. I have no ideas and it’s making me somewhat hysterical. Thoughts?
5. That people will stop reading my blog because I’m not doing my regular Friday Focus and Training Tuesday features
Though I do have a couple of posts in the hopper, whatever a hopper is. And I promise to take pictures.
6. That the strange whistling noise my Hyundai is making is dangerous.
My friend Gabe says it’s not and he’s a guy, but he doesn’t have a car anymore.
7. That I will have to drive on the L.A. Freeway en route to and from San Barbara
This is an immutable fact, but I’m still worried about it.
8. That Frankie will throw up during the book signing
9. That I will throw up out during the book signing
10. That taking a week off from work will put me horribly behind on my deadlines and I’ll be late with everything and never get more assignments.