Better To Be Early Than Left Behind

Hurry up and wait.

That’s a lot of what life is, and we were reminded of that when retracing adventures of three flights and the entire excursion to and back from Oregon where we judged a three-day horse show.

It’s kind of hard for an all-but-one-filled airplane to turn around, go back and get someone who was late, so we figured we sure ought to be on time. We started four-and-a-half hours early, and got where we needed to be more than two hours ahead of time. The ticket line took 15 minutes, and we skimmed through security without the faintest buzzer.

By the time we were allowed on each of our flights, only middle seats were open, but each time those already seated were congenial when we asked if we might take the available space. What else could they do? They didn’t want to be left behind either.

No outward complaints were even apparent as our growing-body cramped in-between and unintentionally poked them with our elbows several times during the flights. Even layover in Phoenix was without incident. Yet, we had to buy a little junk food, because those ounce bags of nuts and chips served on the plane just weren’t enough.

Upon arrival, we had to rent a car to go to the motel, which was nearby, although it took us two hours to find it. Our show was 100 miles down the highway, so we checked out of that motel the next morning, drove to another city, checked into another room, had our cheeseburger supper, breakfast and dinner and was ready.

Numbers and quality of entries were very high, and we had a great time working the show itself. Conditions, however, were damp and cold, so we often shivered, our teeth chattered and our hands were purple, plus working until after 11 p.m., on two nights. Hearty breakfasts and then another cheeseburger late each afternoon sustained us.

Intuition told us we needed to get done early on the final day to find our way back to the original motel, but that wasn’t possible. It was dark and raining when we finished, so we again became lost for more than two hours on top of the 90-minute drive. Fortunately, our room was waiting, the heater worked, and we found our next morning flight readily.

After arriving in the home terminal, we located our car within seconds, exactly where we left it, and the engine started on first crank. But we’re still mixed up on the time, further complicated by this silly daylight savings change.

Reminds us of Deuteronomy 1:11: “The Lord God make you a thousand times so many more as ye are, and bless you, as he hath promised you.” Yet, the order in Deuteronomy 1:18: “I commanded you at that time all the things which ye should do.” Thus, we must never forget Exodus 9:5: “The Lord appointed a set time, saying tomorrow the Lord shall do this thing in the land.”