My assistant (who knew that my only online activity has been social media & flight check-ins) sent me a message that there was a potential flight disruption because of the Icelandic seismic activity.
Now, this potential for delay shouldn’t excite me except that
a) MADE FOR YOU (which comes out in another 2 weeks) has a bit at the start where such flight delays happen
b) it’s Iceland
So now I’m vaguely hoping that I’ll be delayed in Iceland bc of ash & smoke to celebrate the release of MADE FOR YOU.
NOTE: If I’m not stranded, I’ll hopefully see a few of you on tour (Portland, Houston, LA, Virginia).
Anyhow … Here’s the excerpt from MADE FOR YOU with flight delays bc of Icelandic volcano activity:
Day 5: “The Detective”
I’m alone. So far, my friends are respecting my “no visitors” stance, and my parents are still stuck in Europe. Apparently, there was another volcanic eruption in Iceland that pretty much shut down all the flights in and out of Europe. It was nothing but smoke, ash, and gas, but Dad explained that when that same thing happened back in 2010, flights were cancelled or disrupted for over a week. I’m not counting on them getting here any time soon. I don’t need them to rush home anyhow. I’ve told them that several times, and I told Grandfather Cooper the same thing when he called from somewhere in Alaska on one of his cruise-tour things.
Grandfather Tilling came by the hospital to sit with me, and of course, he had his congregation pray for me. It didn’t occur to me to ask him or Mrs. Yeung to be here for the police visit I’m about to have.
Right now, I wish it had.
“Are you sure you’re ready to talk to the detective, Eva?” my nurse asks again.
“Yeah.” I offer the nurse a smile, but I’m not sure if it’s encouraging with the way my cuts and bruises must still look.
“If it gets too much, you can stop the interview,” the nurse says kindly.
My nurse helps me to sit up, and maybe’s it’s silly, but I have her get my brush so I can combat some of the snarls. I don’t use a mirror because I can’t stand seeing my own reflection. I’m not sure I ever want to see my face again. I certainly don’t want my friends to see it. I’d like to cling to the image in my memory, not replace it with this one.