I Am a Hobbit

I’ll begin this post by cautioning readers that I’m on the eighth day of a cold that began while away from home, and I’m (still) very grumpy.

Whatever…

This all began with plans three years ago to attend the Golden Crown Literary Conference in Albuquerque, New Mexico. Along came covid, and you know. Two years virtual con, but this year was in person. So plans resumed. Time for the con in Albuquerque, then on to Santa Fe for a few days. Flights were booked months ago, before the freaking global disaster that is the airline industry.

This trip began with a two-hour delay before we even left the gate at our departing airport, caused by a malfunctioning weather radar sensor. “Everybody off the plane.” “Everybody back on the plane.” Anyhow, we arrived in Denver twenty minutes after our connecting flight to Albuquerque. All other flights that day were full, and rerouting would have put us on stand-by. Maybe one of us gets on the plane, but probably not two. So, the airline put us up at a hotel near the Denver airport overnight. Fine. Except our rescheduled flight for the next day wasn’t going to get us to Albuquerque in time for the presentation I was supposed to give.

So, there followed a mad scramble of texts and phone calls and emails to explain, see if we could reschedule the presentation, let the Albuquerque hotel know we wouldn’t be checking in as scheduled, blah, blah, blah.

By the time we did arrive at Albuquerque a day late and got to the hotel, things were looking up. It was good to see con friends we hadn’t seen since 2019. I did my two Thursday afternoon things (a reading and the presentation last thing that afternoon), and we went out to get some dinner. While there, we met a couple from England, also attending the con. Delightful women we’ve now become friends with.

But by the next morning, my throat was full of marbles and my head was full of… we won’t go into details. I had another panel to do. I stayed masked everywhere except while eating. The covid test we’d brought from home was negative, and it really did feel like a cold, but these days, I guess that doesn’t mean anything.

Anyway, I stumbled through Saturday, think I might remember some of the Awards ceremony, but it’s kind of blurry. And Sunday we left for Santa Fe with our friend, Danielle, who really likes to travel. Together, we’d planned to fill most of our days there with things on hers and my wife’s must-see list.

But, I gotta tell you, at this point, I was like, “Hey, desert with scrubby bushes.” And a few minutes later, “Oh, more desert with the same scrubby bushes.” And then, “Oh, look! A rock sticking up out of the desert, among the scrubby bushes.” I’m sure my cold and feeling generally lousy affected my lack of appreciation for the scenery. After three and half days of staring at the hotel room walls in Santa Fe, limited to fifteen minute walks before my energy was all used up and I had to return to stare at the same walls, I was so over it.

Which brings me to my desire to be in my home, among my books, with my chair that my back likes, our dogs happily snoring away. Thus, I’ve decided that I am not an adventurer. Adventures do more than make you late for supper. They take me completely out of my comfort zone. Don’t tell me that’s good for me. I’m not in the mood. I love my bed…

18 thoughts on “I Am a Hobbit

  1. Oh I am so with you on traveling. Enjoyed it in my youth, avoid it at all costs now. Give me my heated ultramatic style bed and my Lazy Boy rocker any day. Homebodies Unite!

    • Della, we speak the same language! There are still some trips I want to do, but not until the airline situation is sane. Till then, any traveling I do will be within driving distance. And I’ll still anticipate getting home! ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. I hope youโ€™re feeling better now! Or at least less yucky now that youโ€™re back in the comforts of home. Plus the imaginary world has so much more variety than desert rocks and scrubby shrubbery!

  3. I can’t imagine enjoying adventures that require air travel today especially. I never did enjoy the unending wait times and distances in airports, packing and unpacking, and putting up with all the uncomfortably different from home stuff (like coffee pots, beds, chairs, and showers). Sounds like it’s even worse now. I think part of my discomfort comes from the lack of control one has over just about anything. But tho I wouldn’t have believed it possible, I loved many things in the California desert years ago. I hope you will heal much faster at home with your furries, Caren. ๐Ÿ™‚

    • Ann, it will be a veeeerrrrryyyyy long time before I’m willing to fly again. The ripple effects from the pandemic haven’t hit peak on the airline industry as people start traveling again. The staff were great, but I don’t envy any of them. One of our furry beasts is lying at my feet as I type. ๐Ÿ™‚

  4. i feel ya sistah. in my book, you gotta be in the right mood/space for the scenery travel expeditions. and as dorothy said : thereโ€™s no place like home.

  5. I’m happy to see your post, it’s been a while. I’m glad that you are well… relatively. I am not a fan of travel either. I will walk through fire and or ice to see my granddaughter, but other than that, not a fan….especially these days. Age + pandemic ? Who knows.

    I have however been to both Albuquerque and Santa Fe. I worked in a holistic health booth years ago. I think I’m allergic to Albuerque. As soon as I flew in ( from PA) I had a headace, even before we landed. I was there for 10 days, and every day in Albuquerque I battled a headache, nothing helped not even the cannibis my relative provided. During the fair I met Giva, who lived in Galisteo and she invited me to visit her home. As soon as we left Albuquerque, headache vanished. I spent a few days in Galisteo with Giva, met ( author) Chris Gricom, and learned Tellington Touch from Giva. I then went to Santa Fe and played tourist, then back to Albuquerque and a headache. ugh.

    Anyway, that is the story of my big adventure in New Mexico a million years ago when I was much younger than I am now. . I fell in love with the desert …loved Galisteo and Sante Fe. I hope that you have a chance to visit again when you are well because despite being certain I would hate the desert, I found it amazing. The stars alone make me want to go back. Go to the sesert at niight if you can.

    I hope all is well with you and that you have joy and peace of mind in your life.

    • Hey, Kath, I guess I should know better than to say never, but at this point… let’s just say there are other travel destinations that, should anything be able to budge me from home, will be higher on the priority list than going back to New Mexico! ๐Ÿ™‚

  6. Oh, I get it! Iโ€™m so sorry you had such a hard time. Makes me want to bring you back when you feel better.
    Stay well, my friend, and snuggle up in that chair.
    Still glad I got to see you!
    Barrett

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