Lately I feel as if I have been living out of a suitcase, always on a plane, waiting on the security line and always being found lacking by that darned machine. Wish I could use the other one but these knees demand the newfangled ones. Now I ask you - do I look like a terrorist? Obviously my diabetes stuff looks suspicious for every time I go thru they dig it out and check the ice thingamajigs I use to keep it cold. Oh well, life would otherwise be so humdrum.
So onto the plane and again, an interesting crosscut of society. Once more we had a person who thought naught of drinking two of those little bottles of whiskey - at 11 AM, that is. Me, I would be embarrassed and even do not ask for a second snack on JetBlue as everyone else does!
In any case, thank the Heaven's above that I had a tolerant middle seater beside me. Every blessed time I dozed off or got really into my book, there went my elbow on her channel gizmo and suddenly she was watching a different channel. I did give her permission to smack my elbow but she kindly refused that offer.
And then at the flight's end while waiting for the okay to deplane, we were all worried how one guy was going to manage as his crutches were all the way in the back of the overhead bins, behind about six or seven heavy carryons. So everyone must have watched Sesame Street for there was a level of cooperation here that was truly very sweet and we even all waited nicely until we were able to shift the blocking cases and retrieve those crutches. Can you imagine! No pushing, no shoving, just a desire to help a fellow human being. Sweet indeed.
And once out in the open air it was a delightful change from Florida for once. It was a windy or breezy day and the temperature was just about 70, no humidity - but a tad chilly to Florida bones. I always used to laugh at those people and here I am one of them. Finally, Gerry managed to make me blush when all of a sudden the flight attendant was announcing Esther's birthday and we should all wish her a happy one - that was me! At least they did not ask me to sing out my age!
It is good to get away every once in a while, even if it is not an exotic place but rather simply the place where one gets hugs and kisses and whispered confidences. It was special to hear from so many people via cards and Facebook and phone calls, all wishing me well and especially touching were the ones who recalled a moment or two from schooldays. It is nice to know that one had an effect on people, that one's chosen profession had a positive influence on others.
In any case, the next week will be filled with graduations, homecomings, hugs and kisses and lots of laughter and gentle teasing, including, unfortunately, teasing aimed at me!! The Village will be there, waiting, along with its troubled future and financial demands, but if only some people would learn to work together, to compromise, what a great thing that would be - new ideas, tolerance, better solutions to ongoing problems. If only, huh?
More on that in future blogs. Oh, and should I feel flattered that I am deemed to be so powerful that I am now called "you know who"? I love it! It is so stupid and childish that I must laugh. Evidently some people just cannot climb out of the sandbox and grow up. So sad. Maybe some people need to go back to their families and get reattached to reality once more. It's an idea. Can't hurt.
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