In three weeks I will be on my big road trip to New Orleans. My friend Lynn arrives on Saturday afternoon from Scotland and we’ll head out the next morning.
Here’s the itinerary I’ve mapped out:
Sunday, April 3: 8-hour drive from St. Paul to Chicago with a stop for lunch with cousins and a niece in Madison, Wisconsin. I am told we must see the protest singers at the state capital. I have no idea who or what they are.
Wed, April 6: Visit the National Civil Rights Museum which is in the Memphis motel where Martin Luther King was assassinated, then hit the road for the 7-hour drive to New Orleans
Wed-Sun, April 6-10: In New Orleans for 5 days! French Quarter Festival will be on, and there are so many other things to do, like an alligator swamp boat ride, plantation tours, and fabulous architecture, gardens, and cemeteries.
Monday, April 11: 6-hour drive from New Orleans to Oxford, Mississippi. The University of Mississippi at Oxford is where America’s university system was forcefully integrated. I also wanted to stay in at least one sort-of-small city. Oxford’s population is 20,000, although I don’t know if that accounts for university students.
Tuesday, April 12: 6-hour drive from Oxford to St. Louis. Dinner with a friend from grad school, preferably in The Hill neighborhood renowned for its Italian food. At least eight people have told me we must—must! visit the City Museum. They say it’s lots of fun, that you can play around on the art like a kid, but it’s really for adults. I’m not that good at fun, but it is something I’m working on. I wonder if Lynn, being English, will find it fun. I’m not at all clear on what it is, but we’re going to find out.
Wednesday, April 13: 8.5-hour drive from St. Louis to St. Paul to get Lynn to the airport in time for her late evening flight.
Whew. I admit I am anxious about how it will all play out. What if the route times on Google maps don’t allow time for bathroom breaks or lunches? That would mean all my times are off. What if the routes aren’t scenic? What if Lynn thinks all Americans are racist yahoos? What if every city is just a mass of Walmarts, Star Bucks, and strip malls? What if my GPS breaks and we get lost? What if one of us is mugged? What if the museums aren’t open on the day we’re there? What if my back hurts from so much driving? What if we get into a fight over what to do in New Orleans? What if we arrive after dark in one of these big cities and the hotel has no record of our registration? What if a meteorite hits the car? What if the car breaks down in a bayou and we hear banjo music?
My anxiety is nothing like it used to be, but it’s interesting to notice it. I’ve learned a lot of tricks for dealing with anxiety over the years. Some of the ones that work best for me are to:
– bring myself out of my head to focus on my surroundings. Notice that I am not currently in my car surrounded by alligator-filled swamps or muggers, but in a chair in my dining room writing this post. This usually helps bring me back to reality.
– remember that nothing lasts. I may feel anxious right now, but it will pass if I don’t latch on to it. It’ll probably come back, but then it will pass again. So it’s not permanent. If it did get to be constant and lasted for a week, I would call a professional.
– know that, if I do end up surrounded by hillbillies, I will deal with it then. For now, I only need to do the next indicated thing—finish this post and post it. And so I will.