Wow….Thanksgiving is already over and Christmas is right around the corner and I think I see 2003 over my shoulder.
I had a great time during Thanksgiving. I went to see Rhoda is Seattle area. She picked me up from the airport about 10 am Thanksgiving morning. When we got to her house, I went straight to bed since I hadn’t slept in 24 hours or so and I totally missed the big dinner but I hear it was great. She saved me some leftovers, which are the best part anyway, and they tasted great since I was completely over the airsickness by that point. My ankle was only swollen a little because it had been hours since I tripped over the guy seated next to me on the plane as I tried to pole-vault over him to reach the blue-watered, stainless steel potty, and the redness and swelling had really gone down. Of course, choosing to wear high-heels on a flight was a decision I might think twice about next time, but hindsight:20-20. And the great news is that only the two back rows next to the bathroom had to listen to me wretch because the sound of the engine drowned out the sounds for the rest of the passengers. I didn’t have enough time to shut the door behind me if I wanted to make it mostly hit in the toilet so I opted to gross out the people and make the babies cry instead of stinking up the whole cabin with the smell of vomit. After all, I didn’t see any pop-up air fresheners to stick on the wall if I missed….
Enough about vomit…let’s talk about my hair. When I reached my seat, exhausted and shaking, (this time, the guy got up and moved to let me in…) I immediately fell to sleep with my head banging against the window. I don’t know what else happened during the flight since I was out, but for two hours, my hair was stuck in a most peculiar position. How do I know? I know because when I reached the terminal bathroom and looked in the mirror, I didn’t recognize the person looking back at me. My hair was sticking straight up in a few places, not altogether unattractive if you’re a punker with a Mohawk, but I just wasn’t used to it and almost scared myself. I then realized that the people trying not to laugh at me and only smiling and pointing while I walked off the plane and rode the train and walked the mile through the terminal had been kind. They could have ridiculed me at any point but chose not to and let me walk proudly by.
The return trip was so uneventful compared.
Can’t wait for my kids to come and see me. I get a whole WEEK with them!
My job is going well. I really love working out loan problems.
Joe came back from his trek back east. I’m glad. I missed him a lot. There are so many things I like about that guy…..
quick recap for the kids:
when people say that flying is the safest way to travel, they mean statistically, you probably won’t die but there is no rule about puke or hair styles and you should know that right up front, i can’t WAIT to see you all…still like work, the list of things-to-like-about-joe grows longer.
MUCH LOVE
mom
Fun!