Friday, February 3, 2012
Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain!
I just made travel arrangements to go see my parents in Oklahoma. Oklahoma would probably not be a travel destination were it not for my parents. I do, however, have good childhood memories of visiting family in OK many years ago - riding horses and watching my uncles do their thing in the rodeo. I loved their accents, and their seemingly easy way of life. My parents were both born and raised in OK, then moved to California, where I was born and raised. Weird, though, because even though my parents were born and raised in OK they don't have accents. I wonder if they had accents when they were younger? And don't accents follow people when they move? Hmm, a question I will leave unanswered because, frankly, I don't really care about the answer. What I do care about is when people say "Warshington" instead of "Washington." There is no "R" in Washington, people! Anyway, that is totally off the subject.
When my dad retired, they moved back to OK, mostly because their retirement dollars would go a lot farther in OK than in CA. So, that is why we now are flying to OK and not some other place to visit my parents. My dad has been in poor health and in the hospital/nursing home since October, and this will be the first time we've been able to see him and my mom in a while.
I don't really like to fly. I always think the worst and have to make sure that all our "papers" are in order and where our children can find them. I know that airplane crashes are few and far between, but that doesn't stop me from silently freaking out. And then when we land, we will have to drive our rental car an hour and a half to my parents' house. It's not just planes, but cars as well . . . or trains . . . or busses . . . or horse and buggy . . . any kind of transportation. Thinking about getting in any one of those modes of transpo kind of makes me anxious. But, I'm sure it will be okay. (Right???)
Anyway, this is not about me . . . it's about lightening my mom's load for a few days and hopefully cheering up my dad. THAT is worth the silent freak.