The Whirring Of Helicopter Blades Is Missing

Since The Pony returned home from college in Norman, Oklahoma several years ago, my parental helicopter has been up on blocks. Sadly, you never know when you might need it. I wish it had been properly maintained for such imagined emergencies!

It is 3:28 p.m. on Saturday as I type this. I am yearning for that helicopter! But let's not get ahead of ourselves...

The Pony told me on Thursday, our errand/shopping day, that a friend was coming for a visit. A friend not from college, but met online several years ago in a writing group. That didn't worry me a bit. Well. Maybe a tiny bit. But unless this friend writes murder mysteries, it's probably a safe demographic for an online friend. The friend was visiting a relative in another state, and would then take Amtrak to St. Louis, where The Pony would pick up the friend, and they would drive back to The Pony's house.

The Pony had made plans for local sight-seeing. Had cleaned up the house. The spare bedroom (with the dead lady's bed) was all ready, as well as the second bathroom that is connected. St. Louis is about a 60-minute drive from Sis-Town, where The Pony lives. Depends on which area you're going to. The Pony had consulted my estranged BFF Google, and said it was an hour and five minutes. The Pony would be leaving at 1:30. The train was supposed to arrive at 2:50.

I know The Pony can drive. But my fear of the highway is projected onto others. I even worry about Farmer H when he goes to the city, or very far away from Hillmomba. Anyhoo... I asked The Pony to send me a text upon arrival in the city, and once back home. You know. So my anxiety level could drop down a notch. The Pony agreed: 

"IF I remember."

Well. Now it's 3:36. The Pony should have arrived at the train station. The train should have arrived. The friend should have been picked up. 

I have heard NOTHING!

I am trying not to worry. No news COULD be good news. I've heard nothing bad, after all. So I will wait. Some more.

Around 6:00, I plan to send The Pony a text. And if there's no answer in a half hour or so, I will call. You know. Just to be sure.

A helicopter would really come in handy right about now...