Friday, September 24, 2010

RANDOM THOUGHTS on the ACFW Conference Part 2

  • Okay—Part 1 made it sound like I’m a hypochondriac. But I actually took all the medicine because I’ve gotten sick on the last couple of trips I’ve taken. Honestly, I’m not a hypochondriac—well, most of the time.
  • I hit the ground running when we arrived at the hotel. Carl checked us in and I left him with the bags and took just the essentials with me. I was to meet with Jill Williamson and had to call to verify where we were to meet. I searched for my cell phone and could not find it. I sat down and pulled everything from the bag, pawing through it. When I looked up, I saw Jill sitting two chairs away. Whew! I walked over to her and she had her cell phone in hand trying to contact me. I felt so unorganized. I’m usually better organized—well, most of the time.
  • I had planned to go to the room and change clothes, maybe take a shower. We arrived too late for that. I usually look better than I did that day—well, most of the time. (I hope!)
  • Chip MacGregor gave the devotional Sunday morning at breakfast. He said he knew what we were all thinking—“Asparagus?” So at my lunch with James Scott Bell we had broccoli instead of the usual asparagus we had been having at every meal. I tried to make a joke—“This doesn’t look like asparagus.” He looked at me and said, “No, that’s broccoli.” I didn’t get a chance to explain my feeble attempt at a joke. I do know the difference between broccoli and asparagus—well, most of the time.
  • The plane ride home was exciting. We had a connecting flight to catch in Memphis and our first flight was delayed in Indianapolis. By the time the plane flew into Memphis, we had little time to spare. Impatiently, we waited for our checked carry-on bag. The strap was caught against the wall and precious minutes ticked by waiting for maintenance to release it. Finally, my husband broke the strap off and we sprinted for our connecting flight. We ran and ran and ran. The muscles in my legs burned and my heart pounded. “Save yourself,” I said to my husband. “This is as far as I can go.” “You can make it. I’m not leaving you,” he vowed with tears in his eyes that evoked images of Lost when Jin vowed to Sun they would always be together. Perhaps not quite as dramatic as that. I did tell Carl to run ahead, hoping he could get them to delay the flight until I limped aboard. But Carl wouldn’t leave me. Fortunately, we made it with seconds to spare. I usually can run faster than that—ha!--well, none of the time. I pushed myself to the limit that day. And now to push myself to the limit in my writing!

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