Leaving on a Jet Plane – Part I

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I think I’ll live. But it’s gonna be close. In fact, right now it could go either way. Let me explain.

Our youngest son, age 19, just left the house to drive to his girlfriend’s family’s house about an hour away. The family has booked a week-long Caribbean cruise for the holidays. Their fourth cruise of the year. The mom, a former travel agent, got this steal of deal on airfare and all things cruise-ish.

They invited The Kid to join them. He’s paying his own way. The fam has booked a suite with separate rooms for guys and girls.

“Consider it an early Christmas present,” said girlfriend’s mom. “The fam has been doing this for years. It’ll go just like clockwork.”

“I really, really, really want to go” said The Kid a couple months back when the idea first hit the radar. “This could be a chance of a lifetime.”

Or an epic mess; accessories sold separately, batteries not included, I muttered.

Visions of forbidding tropical jungles, missed flights, venomous snakes and marauding drug cartels danced in my head.

I had like, a mil questions. Most of them surrounding personal safety and security. Snuggle Bunny, my hubby, seemed okay with the idea. “Who are you and what have you done with my husband?” I demanded.

“Look,” said Snuggles. “He’s 19. He’s taken care of all of the preparations and details for this trip himself. He has a good head on his shoulders. He’s shown himself to be responsible, resourceful, and level-headed. Let him go.”

He’s like, our youngest! I wanted to holler. Hello??!!

Frankly, I still kind of see him like:

‘The Kid’, age 3, with our good dog, Eve.

I agreed to yon kid’s departure with the alacrity of a three-toed sloth. And all the mirth and merriment of Ebenezer Scrooge.

Anyway, The Kid flies out of Portland with The Fam tonight on the red eye. They’re due in to New York City in time to see the sun rise tomorrow. He’s never flown before. This could get interesting.

After a three-hour lay-over in NYC, they catch a connector to Fort Lauderdale, spend the night in Florida, and then board the cruise line on Sunday. And set sail for…

Did I mention steaming tropical jungles, venomous snakes and rampaging drug cartels?

The Kid has strict instructions to phone or text every day. “If one day – one single day – goes by and I haven’t heard from you, bub, then my next phone call is to The Fam, the cruise line, the ship’s captain, the CIA, the FBI, the State Department, the White House, and Interpol. And I’ll probably be on the next flight to Florida, capiche?”

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The Kid nodded energetically.

Still. I probably won’t sleep a wink until he’s back safe and sound, two days before Christmas. Oh, and did I mention there’s a high wind advisory in effect through tomorrow?

Can someone kindly pass the Sominex?

To be continued….

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