Lots of flight disruptions last weekend due to bad weather round the country.
Our flight home on Sunday after a family get together up in Auckland was delayed-delayed-delayed-cancelled, which was a real headache. There were no flights available until the following evening, and when we got to the airport on Monday, our flight was delayed and delayed again, which gave us all a sick feeling of deja vu (do we still need to italicize that since we stole it from the French a good while ago?) However, we finally got our boarding call and made it home 24 hours after our original ETA.
I missed out on a day in the Private hospital which would have given me some much needed income but on the plus side, I got to spend an extra day with my two daughters, which we spent shopping and watching “Wicked”, and I had no opportunity to see the cricket live, another boon considering the abysmal performance of the Black Caps.
Actually I’ve noticed lately that I get less fazed by setbacks than I used to. I’m not sure how much of this newfound equanimity is due to my intermittent attempts at mindfulness, and how much is just a result of getting older. Of course, it’s easy when things go your way most of the time. I’m certainly aware of how good I’ve got it.
I seem to be reading about people with terminal cancers a lot lately, and of course I see plenty of sad stories at work. I hope my own happiness doesn’t get tested like that anytime soon. I’m not a superstitious person in general – although along with many health care workers, I’m dismayed if anyone says “It’s quiet” at work (“I can’t believe you said the ‘Q’ word! Are you mad??”) – but I’m feeling the need to touch wood as I write this.