My mom started crying at the airport. It was very uncomfortable for me to be around. I quickly left them all after completing the mandatory embrace. The flights went smoothly. No delays, plus both planes flew at roughly half capacity, nice to have a whole row of seats to myself. The picture below depicts the…
For the past few days, anytime someone in my family has done something that usually bothers me, it hasn’t. My father’s audible nasal breathing at the breakfast table, or my mom making the till downstairs with the loud coin-sorting machine, none of it has bothered me anymore. When they happen, I think of how it’ll…
Five days from now I’ll be in Minneapolis. I’m excited for the potential that it will be a significant enough change from so much of the past that I’ll be shaken awake and will feel alive. Aside from a few exceptions, I’ve felt like a corpse since junior high. Inventory: passport state ID insurance card…
I don’t expect the housekeeper will partially, much less fully, appreciate the three bottles of micro-brew I left in the fridge. Knowing this makes leaving them behind a greater disappointment. It wasn’t supposed to end like this. Evidently, I overestimated my ability to drink a six pack in 4 days’ time. I did briefly consider…
I apologize in advance for the content of recent posts being mere summaries of what I’ve been doing. This one is not different. We went out to the living room theater and saw Let The Right One In. Best movie I’ve seen in a long time. If you haven’t seen it yet, don’t. Wait till…
I’m staying with Pat, Suzette, Avtar, Savage, and Dimn, the latter two being cats. It is a good life. Today I finished The Poor Mouth, subtitled A Bad Story About The Hard Life. It’s by the author of At Swim-Two-Birds and was checked out by Pat at my recommendation when we were at the library,…
The tone of this post might be somewhat influenced by At Swim-Two-Birds, a book I started for the 3rd time last week and finished for the 1st time last night. I’m liable to write in a manner similar to the way in which what I’m reading is written, fair warning. Spent Christmas day, and days…
I’ve been visiting Seattle nearly everyday, recently. I sit at my computer desk chair with legs bent 90 degrees at the knee for about as long as it takes to fly to Washington. The effectiveness of the voluminous void underneath the desk drawer, which is supposed to provide plenty of legroom, has been compromised by…
There are, no doubt, sadistic airline passengers who derive pleasure from the screams of babies who are reacting to eardrum pressure torture during landing. It is startling how effortlessly the sadists maintain an expression of calm, flat-faced traveler’s boredom despite their gargantuan inner smile.
On my recent airport adventure I was taken hostage by my imagination during the flight from St. paul to Fairbanks. I was afraid of the possibility I had booked myself for flights until my death, living airport/airplane passenger life for the rest of my days. I was worried about how it would feel to arrive…