Germany last fall, my luggage was overweight by six pounds. The sad part about that disastrous scenario (Jimmy and I were on the floor in front of the United Airlines check-in counter, my suitcase spread eagle for the world to witness said indignity as we searched for heavy items that we could cram into our already full backpacks) is I knew my luggage was overweight!
“I’ll pay the extra fifty dollars,” I shouted after Jimmy as he lugged my albatross down the stairs and out to the car before we left for the airport.
I’m here to report that ignorance is not always as blissful as it’s purported to be.
Motivation is soooooo important when it comes to accomplishing the impossible. United Airlines came through with two hundred reasons to reconsider my ignorance-is-bliss approach to international flying.
I’m now under house watch when it comes to packing. I’ve been packing for days, as per Jimmy’s orders, in preparation for our Ireland trip. We leave tomorrow. I’m having flashbacks to our Weight Watchers days with all the weigh-ins when it comes to my luggage.
Thirty-three pounds as of yesterday; seventeen more to go! That was my feeble attempt to get a rise out of Jimmy. I look at the cavernous piece of luggage I have to work with and think I mustn’t waste a single cubic inch of space. That space taunts me. That space wreaks havoc as things shift in transit. Not utilizing every cubic inch of that space suggests my life is somehow lacking.
something primal going on when it comes to filling our plates (and luggage). This could be my last meal. Fill ‘er up. This could be the only time I make it to Ireland. I’ve got to make the most of this opportunity, most being the operative word. There’s so much riding on this single piece of luggage!
Apparently the luggage issue may be more than primal. I’m not sure I’m prepared to explore those issues with the rest of the world. Besides, I have bigger issues at the moment. I’m rapidly exhausting those seventeen extra pounds. I’m worried about today’s weigh-in. Wish me luck!