Palm Written Entry Delayed an hour. Finally seven o'clock we hop on the plane. Row 11. Window seat. I have a love hate relationship with the window seat. Flying is just not my favorite activity - I mean I don't hate it, but I don't love it either. Flying to me just doesn't make sense and the window just serves as a reminder that I am thousands of feet up in the air in a huge machine and not sitting in a small room or on a train or something.
Ooooo we just turned. I know this because the moon is reflected on the wing. Kind of pretty actually
So, I am happily married and all but if I were single I would now write about the numerous pretty girls on this flight that are traveling alone. Then I would mention the fact they are all sitting around me.
And then I would say that I got stuck next to a very large man. And by stuck I mean almost literally. The armrest must be stabbing into his gut - I feel sorry for him and his special seat belt extender. But I also feel bad for my squished self slowly becoming claustrophobic. Before we took off, I totally had a few moments where I was feeling claustrophobic - this guy was pushing me up against the window and I was having nightmares of emergency evacuations and me trying to push him out of the way. Then the plane took off and I kind of forgot about that.
The pilot just said it's going to get bumpy. It did. So much that it takes 2 minutes to write these last two sentences.
My large neighbor seems like a charming fellow though. He speaks to the stewardess and is all friendly. She is a bit harried looking and he asks if all is fine. She says she was put on this flight at the last minute. 'I hate the feeling of being rushed' says our stewardess
This weekend consisted of a quick trip down south to wish my dear grandmother happy birthday. It was a sweet family time. My parents, my brother and his wife, my uncle and aunt all took grams out for dinner Saturday. I think she enjoyed herself and also just enjoyed having everyone around. Sometimes she would just sit there and look content and watch the family talking and laughing discussing bad jokes, or golf, or wireless networks.
After dinner, we retired to her house for cake and candles. My mother had asked me to bring my fancy camera and grab some nice group photos, which we did and it turned into one of the most hilarious family things ever. We shot two rolls, but half of them are 'ruined' because dad would make a funny face or my brother and I would hold hands. The highlight was my brother and I re-enacting photographs from our youth that she has displayed around the house. Pictures of my brother sitting on my lap, with the original picture, circa 1975, in the background - Trust me, this was funny.
She looked happy. She is 90 and her getting "on" comes up a lot more. And looking at her on the couch between her two sons, red cheeked from laughter warmed my heart.
