Gut Rumbles

January 09, 2006

Strange day

I took my house guest to the airport in Jacksonville today and sent her home, back to the frozen, tundra-blotted wasteland of northern Wisconsin. I don't know if this crap is typical of all airlines today (I haven't flown in more than a year), but the check-in service at United was terrible.

I was beginning to wonder if she would miss her flight while standing in line. We had intended to eat at the airport, but by the time she got to the counter and received her boarding pass, it was straight to the gate from there. In a hurry, too.

She may be a total outcast when she returns to her native lands, because a lot of Southerners have worked hard trying to teach her to talk right. If any of our lessons stuck, people back home are gonna think she talks funny. If that happens and she tells 'em, "Y'all kin jes kiss my Cracker ass," I'll be proud of her.

When I got back home myself, I found a package leaning against my front door. I saw the return address and was relieved. Loyal reader Alaska Kim sent me an email a week ago asking, "Did you get the present?" I was taken aback. What present?

I was hesitant to answer no, because I received a LOT of mail at Willingway and during the holidays. Maybe I DID get the present and just didn't remember it. THAT would be a terrible thing to tell somebody, so I stalled about answering. Now, I can truthfully say, "Yes. I got your present and I LOVE it! Thank you, Alaska Kim."

It's a hand-made comforter, very soft and warm. I stretched out on my couch to check it out and promptly fell asleep. That thing has the Acidman seal of approval.

I was awakened by the telephone ringing.

Let's get one thing straight. I am not a religious man. I do not believe in God. But I DO believe in extra-sensory perception. I don't know how it works, but I know it's real. I KNEW who was calling, just as sure as I know my own name. And I knew that it wasn't my house guest telling me that she made it to Chicago safe and sound on the first leg of her journey. I don't have caller ID, either. I simply KNEW!

I was correct, too. Has that sort of thing ever happened to you? Did you ever get a "shining" about something that was about to happen and have it unfold just the way you KNEW it would? (Or am I just crazy as a shithouse rat?) That's what happened today, and it was not the first time for me. It was a fitting part for strange day.

By the way... the phone call was VERY good news.


Oh sure, you get very GOOD NEWS and we have to twiddle our thumbs.

You're just a devil ..... are we gonna get this on installments?

Posted by: Maggie on January 9, 2006 07:39 PM

You got a call from your son.

Posted by: stevek on January 9, 2006 07:51 PM

Welcome to my world Rob.
Get that stuff all the time.

Posted by: Maeve on January 9, 2006 08:05 PM

I hope to hell it was the phone call you waited all week for! I made it home all in one piece and even had my luggage!

I guess some of that southern teaching stuck. I asked the stewardess for a COKE! I even caught myself saying ya'll a couple of times!

Thanks so much for your wonderful hospitality, you are a wonderful person.

Posted by: livey on January 9, 2006 08:07 PM

Yes. Happens to me all the time. Sometimes like pure deja vu, other times a dream I had that happens, and other times just "knowing." Related, Deb and I do the freaky shared brain thing.

Posted by: Jay on January 9, 2006 08:27 PM

.. hell, yeah... it's about time you started getting some good news...

Posted by: Eric on January 9, 2006 08:37 PM

I get those moments all the time. So is this a clairvoyance test then? Are we to guess what your good news is?

I have one, but I don't want to write it down in case I aimed too high and then it reminds you of something you'd rather forget.

Posted by: Libby on January 9, 2006 08:38 PM

Happens to me too, most especially when I think of my parents or my DH and they call. Or DH and I dial each other at the same moment....

Posted by: caltechgirl on January 9, 2006 08:44 PM

Glad ya got a good call...but damn, it's hard not knowing who it was!!!! (My curiosity got me in a LOT of trouble as a youngin' ya gonna tell us??? Hunh, Hunh, please??? ***ducks as momma STILL wields a mean slap for being so rude!!***

Posted by: DixieDarlin' on January 9, 2006 09:31 PM

Ya, I got built-in caller ID too. Nothing crazy about it. Just one of those things that doesn't have a good explanation yet.

Posted by: Desert Cat on January 9, 2006 10:11 PM

Yeah now that I peeled off that sticker that said Clearance Smith was always calling you figured out you don't have caller Id! LOL

Posted by: livey on January 9, 2006 11:38 PM

So the rabbit didn't die?

Posted by: rightisright on January 10, 2006 12:13 AM

Glad to hear you had fun with your houseguest. You're an excellent host. And you're delightful company 95% of the time.

Whatever the good news was, YAY!

Posted by: Joanie on January 10, 2006 02:13 AM

Never did the phone thing but have had a few ESP moments, usually with people that I'm pretty tight with anyway. Physically went through labor with my ex-sister-in-law 22 years ago, to the point that when she called after it was all over I could go "OK, now stop right there -- you had the baby about 0930, right? Started labor around 4 yesterday afternoon, right? Lotta back labor, right???" (She had called the day before, after weekly Dr visit, who said it'd be at least another week as she wasn't dilated at all). And I just thought I'd finally learned what people were talking about when they said they'd thrown their back out -- I had such a killer backache, I literally couldn't get off the couch to go to bed. Never dawned on me that she was having the baby at the exact same time! Whole damn family was psychic to some extent (old Irish blood) -- especially said baby who when she was 3 or 4 could pick an Exacta or Trifecta (??) every time her Mom took her to the track! Wierd shit!

Posted by: Marianne in CA on January 10, 2006 02:38 AM

ESP? Absolutely.

Posted by: Kelly on January 10, 2006 05:15 AM

Thanks A-man. Way to peak our curiosity. Cruel b******. ;-]

Posted by: DrugStore Cowboy on January 10, 2006 12:20 PM

My thoughts at the end of this one...

1.) Ding, dong the witch is dead...


2.) Hah! Quinton figured out a way around the useless piece of shit...


3.) The next hurdle isn't as high as ya thought.

which is it, Love?

Posted by: Stevie on January 10, 2006 12:26 PM

Unfortunately I know all about that ESP thing. Runs in my family (in the women). Only problem is we only see bad things. My mother and maternal grandmother have both been known to be immediately "notified" when someone close has passed on (once by the deceased himself).

I have yet to have the dead or the reaper try and communicate with me, but I DO have a very keen sense of "bad people". I often tell my husband about these feelings but he says I'm just overly cynical and that I should try to trust people more. I'm ALWAYS proven right though!

Posted by: Jane on January 10, 2006 01:03 PM

I have feelings about people sometimes, the most obvious one the SO of a friend who made me think of an expressionless comedy/drama style mask with swirling chaos behind the eyes. Turns out the guy was a psychopath.

My mother used to do this sort of thing occasionally. She woke up once from a nap in a blind panic about a family friend who was in the hospital, and found out that evening that they had tried to take him off the vent and he had stopped breathing again at exactly that moment. So a week or two later while he was still in a coma, she decided to concentrate on him for five minutes telling him to wake up and look over at his wife (who she knew would be in the room), and smile at her. He did.

Posted by: LibraryGryffon on January 10, 2006 02:10 PM

Few and far between, but yeah. Like the time I stopped at Movie Gallery and picked up an old, obscure movie. Walked in the door and my (dear departed) wife said I wish I knew you were going to Movie Gallery, I wanted to see THAT VERY SAME old, obscure, FREAKIN MOVIE! We had never talked about it before as far as I can remember.

Glad you got good news. Read the Big Book. Go to meetings. Work the 12 steps. More good news will surely follow.

Yes, you are as crazy as a shithouse mouse. What does that have to do with anything?

Posted by: Larry on January 10, 2006 05:58 PM
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