Extreme Measures

Certain circumstances call for extreme measures. I feel that last night was one of them, and that is my excuse for the absence of my October 2nd blog. The importance of life got in the way.

At lunch time I found out that my flight to Cleveland was not going to work. The reason; unimportant. The result; devastating! I had built myself up all week, anticipating my weekend with Jeff. I wasn't anticipating anything in particular, just seeing his smiling face and being near him. The news was like the world had crashed down upon me. I know, that seems rather dramatic, but I was near breakdown. That is something that doesn't happen often in my life, so I knew I needed to do something about it.

Recently, Jeff has been saying how much he misses Shea. I have been scrutinizing our schedules trying to figure out a time I can get the big guy out there to see Jeff before Christmas. It was seemingly impossible. Weighing my options, I realized that this weekend, I had no plans. I would be sitting home, doing nothing, sulking because I was not in Cleveland.

So, once I had my students packed and on the bus, I headed out the door. I threw some clothes in a bag, made a peanut butter sandwich, and got Shea into the car. I was driving to Cleveland. I didn't tell Jeff because he would tell me I was crazy and not to do it. I didn't want to hear that, I wanted to see him. I stopped one rest stop, took Shea for a little walk, went to the bathroom, and got gas. Besides that, I was moving. I found a car that I stayed with all the way to Cleveland.

While flying along the interstate 90, 420 miles without a single turn, Shea somehow crawled around the gate and climbed into the front seat. Although he had never been allowed in the front, it was nice to have his company. He was a good passenger!

Covering my tracks, I sent Jeff a text that I was going out to drink my sorrows away. I can't believe he bought it, as I have a drink about once a year. Either way, it worked! I told him I would call him when I got home. So, as I pulled into the driveway here in Cleveland, I called. I told Jeff that the landlord had called me and said there was something on the front lawn he wanted Jeff to check out. A rather odd call to get at 11:00 p.m. But again, Jeff bought it, muttering, "I can't even imagine what this is going to be." Shea ran up to him, and I knew he couldn't be mad at me for driving, because he gets to see Shea.

Our little family is back together for now. Well, for today really. Tomorrow we will be apart again. But the 14 hours of driving here and back, is definitely worth the one day of reuniting!