Home Again, Home Again
Aug. 8th, 2009 11:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
plumtreeblossomI got back from Rochester late yesterday afternoon. All in all I really did have an enjoyable time. My mother is walking even better than before the surgery, and doesn't even need a cane. She did, however, catch a nasty intestinal bug in the hospital, and she can really leave the house until that clears. But the family had a nice time together. I'm usually only there at Christmas, so seeing the house and yard in summer was very different. Emily is reaching an age where I can really enjoy her company. She didn't drive me batty even once. Jack the Border Collie was a delight (I wish I had video of him romping in the sprinkler!), and my brother's cooking was awesome as always. And ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
beowabbit welcomed me home with a lovely dinner alfresco in Davis Square.
On the flight home, for the first time ever I had height-related anxiety. It might have been because it was one of those rickety little jets, or that I was un-customarily sitting in a window seat, but the window seat usually doesn't bother me if I get stuck there. I'm usually fine in enclosed high places. I don't know why I triggered through the whole 45 minute flight. My improvised coping mechanism: keeping my eyes on the flight attendant. There she was, calm and cool, she's done this a million times and those turbulence jolts don't mean anything to her. Unlike me, she was not preoccupied with the notion of what if the person in the emergency exit seat directly behind me was a raving lunatic who would fling open the emergency hatch and get all of us sucked out to our deaths. She did not perceive that every list to the side was the beginning of a spin-out. She did not have her seatbelt pulled as tight as it would go even though the Captain had already turned off the "fasten seatbelts" sign. Aisle seat next time. I wish there were acrophobia pills.
But I get to stay on the ground today, and I have a wedding to go to! Looking forward to seeing many friends dressed up, and the joyful vows of the cutest couple in the world! (Well, if you don't count us ;-)) I will be dateless, BTW, as Wabbit can't make it. So if you're going, please ask me to dance!
beowabbit welcomed me home with a lovely dinner alfresco in Davis Square.On the flight home, for the first time ever I had height-related anxiety. It might have been because it was one of those rickety little jets, or that I was un-customarily sitting in a window seat, but the window seat usually doesn't bother me if I get stuck there. I'm usually fine in enclosed high places. I don't know why I triggered through the whole 45 minute flight. My improvised coping mechanism: keeping my eyes on the flight attendant. There she was, calm and cool, she's done this a million times and those turbulence jolts don't mean anything to her. Unlike me, she was not preoccupied with the notion of what if the person in the emergency exit seat directly behind me was a raving lunatic who would fling open the emergency hatch and get all of us sucked out to our deaths. She did not perceive that every list to the side was the beginning of a spin-out. She did not have her seatbelt pulled as tight as it would go even though the Captain had already turned off the "fasten seatbelts" sign. Aisle seat next time. I wish there were acrophobia pills.
But I get to stay on the ground today, and I have a wedding to go to! Looking forward to seeing many friends dressed up, and the joyful vows of the cutest couple in the world! (Well, if you don't count us ;-)) I will be dateless, BTW, as Wabbit can't make it. So if you're going, please ask me to dance!