We’re traveling quite a bit recently, seeing family and all. Our children have dispersed globally—if there were reasonably inhabitable colonies on the moon, at least one of my kinder would be there. Even our nearest kin are out of state. I told our youngest daughter, (the one currently residing in Scandinavia), that her software engineer husband needs to hurry up with that transporter beam. Until then, however, it’s the car or the airline.
I’ve flown plenty, but Bob still gives me the window seat. There’s just that wonderful rush when the plane speeds noisily down the runway, then the cabin gets quiet as the ground just falls away. I love it.
Of course, not long after that happens, the flight attendants begin their little demonstration that no one pays attention to, but should. Instead we go back to staring out the window or reading the magazine in the seat pocket. I think it’s somewhat comical when they instruct us on how to put on the life jacket under the seat when we’re flying from Missouri to southern Cal…?? Continue reading “Preparing for impact”