Kate and I are at the Knoxville airport waiting to board a flight to Texas via Atlanta. This was not a planned trip. We were saddened this week with the death of one of Kate’s cousins, the senior member of the Franklin family who still live in Fort Worth. They are having a graveside service with the family tomorrow and a memorial service at the church Sunday afternoon.
As I was making the flight arrangements, I was attentive to the challenges of rushing Kate in the morning. I felt a 12:15 flight would present little trouble. I was mostly right, but it was a morning when Kate didn’t want to get up. Shortly after 9:00, I went in to wake her. With some gentle encouragement, she was up about 9:20. To make things as easy as possible, I laid out her clothes on the bed in her office. I had everything from underwear to shoes and socks.
I gave her enough time to have a leisurely shower. Then I went back to check on her. She hadn’t dressed, but she had thrown the clothes I put out into a pile on the bed. I showed her the clothes and left to give her time to dress. When she came out, she wasn’t wearing the top I picked out. It was a very light weight summer top. Knowing that we were heading into cold temperatures in Texas. I suggested she change tops. She groaned but agreed to comply.
She always walks very slowly, but this morning she seemed even slower. The person at the security check point noticed and asked if she would need a wheelchair. Kate was insulted. After going through security, I noticed that she was not wearing matching socks; so I knew she hadn’t worn the socks I put with her shoes. Then I looked more closely and saw that she was not wearing the shoes I picked out. Fortunately, these kinds of things are minor, but they also are a sign of the challenges of travel. I really don’t know how long we can take airline flights. I want to make one additional trip back to Texas in the spring. At the moment, I feel good about the possibility of being able to do it. That could easily be our last trip by plane.
