Last week's travel woes

This is my first real post. I am almost too tired to write, but if I don’t start, I’ll never start. And I didn’t set up this blog in order to not start.

Wednesday of last week, I flew into MSP for the wedding of a friend’s son. That leg of the trip was uneventful—in the good way, meaning there were no problems. I flew in, found my Airbnb, went to Vigil that evening at St. Herman’s and Liturgy on Thursday morning, and the wedding that afternoon (at a different church) was beautiful. Unlike some people, I don’t actively miss the hymns from my Protestant upbringing,¹ but it was genuinely great to hear so many people singing together.

The return leg of the trip started off fine, from MSP to CLT, but thereupon things became uneventful in the bad way, meaning nothing happened. My flight home was delayed, then cancelled. Then I got rebooked with an additional stop through DFW (not ideal, but fine, whatever)…which then itself got delayed to the point that by the time I arrived there, my actual flight home to JAN would already have left. Then I was able to get rebooked again on a CLT to JAN direct flight, which was then cancelled about an hour before it was supposed to board. And on and on. Long story short, I finally crawled into bed about 1:30 AM Monday morning, just slightly over 48 hours after.

I’m tempted to badmouth American Airlines here out of sheer frustration; but I won’t, since they (as far as I know) can’t control the weather, and in any case I’ve had similar experiences with other carriers. I will say, throughout all this, every American employee I interacted with was unfailingly polite, personable, and as helpful as they could be under the circumstances. That didn’t make the experience good or fun, but at least I wasn’t also seething with rage.

Okay, that’s an entry. More soon.

¹ Probably because I still sing the ones I like to myself, even if they don’t get an airing in church.