Connected

Today I danced with joy in the middle of my hotel room when my hubby agreed to let me purchase a ticket for an earlier flight home.  I know what you're thinking and let me stop you right there, I don't need anyone's permission to do anything and can very well do as I please; so can he just not without reprecussions or consequences if the right decision is not made.  To avoid all arguments we choose to discuss it.  (This was purely by choice, neither one of us coerced the other in to believing the aformentioned statement as true.) We are a family that is on a fixed budget.  I absolutely hated being in San Diego ALONE.  Nothing to do, well no I take that back had lots of homework to do but I felt as if a part of me was missing.  I could not function without it.  Indeed there was a huge part missing and that was my husband and our two beautiful children. 

I promised that I would try to keep this blog as a way to catalogue most of my random thoughts and I will try not to make this "the pages of my diary" so enough with the mushy stuff.  You're welcome!  So I ran out of that horrid hotel room with my sweater flapping like a cape in the wind as I quickly checked out of the hotel a day early and made a run for it!!  Free at last, free at last.  Just one problem though, I forgot to charge my electronic devices.  I figured that I could charge them at the airport's charging stations so I wasn't too bothered by my oversight.  I get to the airport and go figure, the terminal (23) did not have any charging stations so I did the only reasonable thing a person can do in such a predicament.  I began to carefully take in every corner of terminal 23 in search of an electrical outlet.  I was even contemplating staying in the bathroom and using the one that's in there but didn't out fear that I would miss the boarding call.  I never knew there were so many outlets at an airport.  Not all of them work by the way. 

Here's an observation, every single available working outlet was taken by a person either charging their IPOD, cell or laptop.  Then it hit me, they were all connected!! Just not in the same way communities were connected in the 50's; you know when everyone cared and looked out for one another.  This connected was in connected in the sense that we all wanted the same thing! Some juice! Some power! Because all hell breaks loose when your cell dies and you just can't-- not-- answer the phone leaving people to wander enlessly what has become of YOU!  Lets not forget what will happen if we lose connection with the cyber world!!  No one interacts with the actual person sitting in front of them.  That person is probably timing  how long you have been using that outlet, I know because I'm doing it right now!  .....so with that being said, this post will end with -----to be continued because I  am  obviously not connected (frowns).