Feeling Uninspired

That about sums it up. Feeling uninspired and a little constipated … mentally, that is. Lots of thoughts swirling around the head, none of them ready to gush out. But when the floodgates open, watch out. It will definitely be a long, coffee soaked stay at the cafe. It must have something to do with all of the traveling. Airports are depressing, transient, dehydrating and flourescent. Four adjectives that aren’t exactly appealing to a girl.

To top it off, I have the unfortunate association with airline uniforms (yes, as in airline gate agents). Specifically, Northwest Airline gate agent uniforms. My mother worked for NWA for some 15 odd years at DTW. For you non-savvy travelers (or at least anyone who hasn’t flown through this airport), that’s Detroit Metro. And for the record, it’s Detroit, not Deeetroit. On days our schedules matched, I would drive up to meet her for lunch. While lunch was always fun (my mom knows everyone at the airport), the real reason for the trips was to arrive a bit early and watch her work. Unbeknownst to her, I’d arrive a bit early and sit somewhere to wait for her and watch her work. It’s fascinating to see your parents in a context you don’t usually experience them in. Stealing a few moments when they aren’t your parents, they are their own people. And not only that, my mom is really good at what she does. There really isn’t a question she could be asked that she didn’t know and there had been one more than one instance where she humbled a snotty passenger wanting to blame her for a delay. (Honestly people, do you really WANT that plane to fly with a mechanical issue?)

I digress. When I’m in an airport, especially metro, I see the uniform … the blue dress and the red cardigan and I can’t help but feel the tiny pang of missing my mom. It’s even worse when in DTW (although the new terminal helps, it scarcely looks the same). The whole time we were in Detroit, I kept wanting to go to my mom’s house. No matter that she sold that house several years ago.

Sheesh, how did this start out complaining about writer’s block and end up missing my mom?