Traveling, Teaching and Quilting – This is how it works for me.

This was written on a two day travel jaunt to get to my destination.

Who knows:-

I write, waiting at the gate to get on a plane. There are a number of  Soldiers sitting quietly, and they appear to be reflective rather than animated. I love the way people approach them and simply say “Thank you”

On a plane, upgraded to first class, it affords me more space to type, a pleasure and relaxed.

Yet another flight and  out of the handbag I produce my iPad. I work in silence, because I need the earphones to drown out the sound of the lady next to me chewing gum. Shes agitated and makes unusual movements for the full two hours, what’s she on?

Off the plane and laden with luggage, I wait for the Hilton shuttle. “15 minutes Maam”

At the mall of America in Ruby Tuesdays tucking into turkey and salad.

People walk by, laden with bags, talking to friends, interacting with children. I love watching and I smile to myself.

Waiting for the shuttle to take me back to the hotel after one heck of a day, Shuttle, plane, plane, shuttle, shopping, …Hotel shuttles pull up with regularity. people with bags a plenty wait in good spirits.

Quietly in the hotel room. Peace, privacy, cool and good music.

Breakfast in the hotel, I read the paper first. Then write.

Waiting for the shuttle to take me to the next shuttle !!!!!!!

Grab a coffee at Starbucks, at the airport, there is a free table, people are arriving picking up luggage and the throng seems to be constantly moving. I write amongst the movement.

Now in the shuttle and a two hour trip to meet my friend. loud country music,  with new earphones to replace the ones I lost…….I don’t have to share the phone conversation of my fellow travellers.

Two full chapters of my book. My imagination, my pleasure, my gift to the Grandies. The characters come alive..

Creative writing and quilting.

My joy, my recreation, my passion.

One Comment Add yours

  1. Robyn Kirk says:

    You consistently inspire me to be a better Gran and feel guilty that I am not. Still I imagine we love our offspring at an equal and immense level.
    Cheers from
    NZ Robyn

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