Pretty Deep Thoughts Considering This All Started From Something I Read In A Comic Book

December 11, 2017

I’m in an odd place (philosophically speaking) right now.  Hopes and fears really are more closely intertwined than most people like to believe, aren’t they?

I mean, for instance, I know a number of people are fearing “the end of the world” (or at least the world as they know it) right now, but behind some of that I fear I can feel some of them hoping for the end.  Maybe it’s so they can be “right,” or maybe it’s because their need for things to just . . . stop has become so huge, or maybe it’s for another reason entirely, but they’re still hoping for it almost as much as they’re afraid of it.

Now that I think about it, I’ve known this to be true for some time, but I guess I didn’t want to admit to myself that I knew it.



The Trip (Part Five)

December 8, 2017

Regardless, my absolute favorite moment of the trip was the following exchange I had with my son:

L:  I want to go! When is mom going to be done talking with those people?

Me:  How long have you known your mother now?

L:  (slightly perplexed)  Seven years?

Me:  And when have you ever seen your mom cut a conversation short?

L:  (without missing a beat)  April 27th, 2011.

Me:  I am so writing this down!

The Trip (Part Four)

December 7, 2017

Even so, actually being on my best behavior was difficult at times for reasons both understandable (“You’re telling me now that you’re expecting me to learn choreographed dance moves before the event tomorrow.  I am not–  Huh?  Oh, you just want me to join L’s mother on the dance floor after the choreographed event!  Yeah, I can do that.”(1)) and perplexing (“So you feel you’re qualified to teach my seven-year-old son how to shake hands like ‘a man’ after you, a physically mature adult, felt the need to use a pointlessly crushing grip on a child, do you . . .?”(2)), but overall I think I did okay.

Nobody said anything about not inviting me back for the 100th, at least.


(1) A blatantly paraphrased summation of a simple and brief misunderstanding.

(2) L’s Mother was in the process of handling that one because I walked up on said event already in progress.  This, by the way, was the final catalyst for me pulling her aside and telling her we needed to go soon before I said something that I would have found hilarious, but would have justifiably been considered fighting words.

The Trip (Part Three)

December 6, 2017

Now I flat-out said last week that I was dealing with more people than I normally do and catching up with old friends, so it shouldn’t surprise anyone that I was at a family event.  Since I don’t do those very often, I was on my best behavior.

Well . . . I did my best to be on my best behavior, at least.  Like I said a couple of times, I was there for a 50th anniversary, and if anyone felt that my behavior was lacking, they could just rescind my invitation for the 100th.

That sounded fair to me.

The Trip (Part Two)

December 5, 2017

Before I move completely away from the topic of changes in air travel culture though, let me pause to give a shout out to the TSA agent who processed my paperwork on the other side of the country.  She was personable, professional, and had some of the finest inkwork on her arms that I have ever seen.

The Trip (Part One)

December 4, 2017

Let me start off by saying that I used to enjoy flying, but those days are gone and may or may not ever come back around again.  I appreciate the efforts to make air travel safer, but they add a level of hassle (sometimes involving being literally hassled) that encourages me to avoid airports whenever I have a reasonable alternative (including just staying home).  With that said, on my recent trip it was nice to see that efforts are also being made to make flying comfortable again.  Enjoyable for me it was not, but less painful is at least a step in the right direction, particularly when we’re talking about flying cross-country late at night with a child in tow.

I’m just going to acknowledge that there were difficulties in doing that and gloss over that part, but if you want a window in my mindset after a few hours, I point you to the following text sent out around that time:

Superpower of time acceleration so far failing to manifest.  At least L. finally fell asleep.

I’ll Tell You More About It Next Week

December 1, 2017

Now that I’m rested I don’t mind explaining why I was so sleep deprived yesterday:

Suffice it to say that taking a red-eye flight with a seven-year-old in tow is not conducive to rest, and doing so currently tops my list of “Stupidest things I have ever done (albeit for a good reason)”.  It was bad, but like Thanksgiving (when we were doing the exact same thing in the other direction), it could have been a lot worse.

The last time I flew I had a bit of a lingering head cold and couldn’t get my ears to pop, so I spent two hours in pain, followed by days of hearing things like I had a wool blanket over my head, and those memories were fresh in my mind as I boarded a five hour flight.  I was fine, but I felt fine before I boarded the last time I flew too, so I didn’t know I was going to be fine until I was in the air.

Regardless, I’m glad went, but I’m equally glad to be home again.

So It’s Best For All Concerned If I Rest Now

November 30, 2017

I realize that lately my entries have been particularly brief, but that trend is going to continue for at least one more day.  As I type this I have been awake for some twenty-two odd hours or so, and while this is far from a record, it’s a condition that runs the risk of being fatal . . . to others.

Not My Idea Of A Good Morning

November 29, 2017

Me:  *Gets up, glances at the news playing on T.V., and counts no fewer than three innuendoes in the absence of facts over the course of a two minute “report”*

Me:  *Turning and walking away*  Nope . . .

One Of The Most Disturbing Questions I Have Ever Asked Someone

November 28, 2017

Me:  (Catching up with an old friend)  Are they still burning that nerve gas near where you live?