Home Sweet Home

Homebody:  [hōmbäd′ē] – a person mainly concerned with affairs of the home or one who prefers to stay at home.

Yep, that’s pretty much my M.O.  except for the red shoes. NoPlaceLikeHome

Being places, seeing family and friends, those things are fun.  Traveling to get there is not.  First, I’m obsessing about what to pack, how many meds, supplies, equipment, extra, etc., will I need to last me until I return home.  Because there is always that – thing hanging over me.  I don’t even know what the item is!  But it is the one I completely forgot that is critical to have.  This horrible fear of screwing up is agony.  Why don’t I trust myself?  I made my list and checked everything off.  I packed my suitcase like an overstuffed parlor chair.

Then, I open the fridge door to grab my water bottle as we leave for the airport.  At this moment, my heart stops, and I can’t breathe.  I see the little drawer I keep my insulin in – that was not packed. This is why I don’t trust myself!  I can’t stop beating myself up about it.  I imagined my pump alerting me to change it to a new one and realizing I had not packed the insulin.  Whew!  Close call there, but no harm done.  Not physically.

Because of approaching snowstorms, I am dumped off at an airport hotel the day before my flight.  It took until noon to dig the cars out from the previous night’s snowfall.  Then another 3 hours to navigate icy mountain roads to Sacramento – normally a 2-hour trip.  After a quick kiss and hug goodbye, hubby & son were back on the road, hoping to beat the incoming storm home.  I was able to relax here in a hotel, alone, with power.  I felt almost giddy.  I could even watch a movie on TV.  The mountain has not had electricity since the last week.  I almost felt guilty.  I got over it.

After a leisurely shower, I watched a movie, wrote in my journal, and slept like the dead.  The 4:30 am wake-up call got me outta bed and repacking.  I wanted to “gussy up”, but in the hideous fluorescent bathroom lighting, no amount of makeup or hairspray could help me look better than a morgue shot.

I was looking forward to a large coffee at the airport, but the coffee shop line was so long that I had to get out of line to make my flight.  I was still feeling edgy from nearly leaving my insulin in the hotel room fridge.  Thank you, Guardian Angel!

I can’t leave home without him 🙂


It’s Time To Recycle

I’m talking about old posts. ‘Jodi Lea’s Place’ has been in business since August of 2010. I was younger and quite zealous then. I moved in with my mom to help my little sister take care of her. Mom was bedridden and on hospice. I kept my current employment by working remotely for 1/2 days and using sick leave and vacation hours to fill in the other 1/2 of the day. When mom slept, I worked and wrote posts. The posts kept me from being hauled off to the loony bin.

Anyway, I am working on a new page titled “The Best of“. This page will have links to my most favorite posts from over the years.

For any new readers, this will give you a chance to “know me” better. For my (I won’t say old!) readers, this is a chance to search for your favorites.

I wrote a lot more posts per week, back then. So there are a bunch in the archives to choose from. They are most likely more fun to read than what my brain is coming up with these days. I would hate to lose readers because I am not funny or interesting anymore.

My goal is to post links of re-runs every week. Of course, you don’t have to wait for me to do anything. All posts are in the Archives listed by Month, on the sidebar.