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Archive | November, 2009
You Should Have Been Here
15 NovOne more post before boarding. This is for Fragments of Fiction, just another story I have created.
It was much harder than I had anticipated it to be. The trip that is. I spent the whole time there as an outsider looking in. Can’t say that I really mind being the outsider. Been doing it all my life, feels natural. Most of the time it is a comfortable fit, but not this time. Tight patent leather wing tips clicked and clacked across the dance floor, but none were mine. They stayed on the side and watched the world around them. This should have been the time to walk in with you on my arm. The perfect time to glare at the men trying to check you out, while secretly smiling. The chance to step out from the worlds we live in and enjoy something special and different. But you weren’t there and I was alone. Who knew that your absence would be so palpable. Who knew that it would feel so shocking, like jumping into icy water. Except that stinging sensation didn’t completely disappear because I never completely adjusted. Once we laughed and cried together. We told each other that “you’re my air”. Now my air is gone and I am choking. But tomorrow is a new day and with it a fresh start. I am looking forward to it because you never know what the day can bring. I am happy, but I miss you terribly. Just thought that you’d should know. Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry
A Captive Audience
15 NovIt is a quarter to five here on the East Coast. I have 45 minute to kill before we begin boarding the plane so I thought that I’d try to be productive.
Today I was reminded twice of what it means to be a captive audience.
I recently attended an event where one of the other attendees “regaled” us with tales of her children and grandchildren. Endless stories about how smart and how cute they are were heaped one upon the other with little regard for those of us who were forced to listen. I like kids. I write about my own all the time. But the distinction between what happened today and the blog is that you have a choice.
You can read, skim and or skip these tales without concern. No one will be hurt. It won’t look like you are lacking social graces.
It is possible that I was the only one who was irritated by these tales today. It is possible that everyone else enjoyed the 362 stories we heard. I can only speak for myself and say that it got old. Not to mention their need to one up anyone else who managed to share a tale of their own. Midway through I was aggravated so I pulled a “Natural Jack” and started making up things about my kids, incredibly ridiculous things. I just had to know if this other person would respond and how. On the other side of the captive audience bit is my visit to the airport. The prices that are being charged for simple things like water are crazy. $3.50 for 12 ounces is robbery.
And don’t get me started about the fees for checking luggage. We gave them billions of dollars to recover from 911 and they gave us fewer flights and new fees. Something is very, very, wrong here. Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry
Travel day
15 Nov(This is another post generated through Posterous. Hopefully the formatting isn’t an issue.)
It is a travel day. I am sitting inside my hotel room drinking a cup of mint tea and trying to relax. There are a million projects waiting for me back home and I am antsy. Most of the time it wouldn’t bother me. I would shrug my shoulders and relax because I can’t do anything about them from here. But today is different. I am feeling anxious, restless and generally unsettled. I expect that knowing I am going to be stuck in the old flying tin can has a part in this too. Writing often helps me to relax so I figured I might as well give it a shot. Maybe it will help take the edge off. Last night I went to the wedding of a very dear friend. Been hanging out with the old man for more than 35 years now. Thirty-five years. It feels a bit strange to write that. We can’t really be that old. It is not our entire lives, but it is most. His wife is wonderful and I am thrilled for him. They were radiating joy last night, just spilling out of them. That’s how it should be. I didn’t know very many people there at all. It was a little strange. I say strange because until a few years ago we lived in the same city. With very few exceptions we knew all of each others friends. Now that he is stuck out here in the East that is no longer true. He has a whole new life and a bunch of new friends. It was fun meeting them and hearing stories about things they had done. I smiled, the old man is consistent. Always described as a mensch, reliable and consistent. The wedding was at this place out in the country. Beautiful mansion that looks awesome when it is lit up at night. I expect that if it wasn’t overcast we would have been able to see a ton of stars. Had sort of a weird experience there that I am trying to sort out. There was sort of a junior high moment/vibe a time or two. The old man has another old friend who attended the wedding. There were some moments there where I felt like he was trying to compete with me for the old man’s attention. Now maybe it is just me, but I sort of doubt it. I don’t understand where this jealousy thing is coming from. I am a bit hesitant to even write about it. So I’ll compromise and say that we get different sorts of things from different friends. That doesn’t require swearing a pledge of allegiance to one person, never to be broken. You can have several good friends. In fact I have always taught my children that you really can’t have too many friends. And if you are truly lucky several will be very close friends. Anyhoo, I don’t think that I want to write any more about this nonsense. It was just kind of strange. Meanwhile back in the land of adult behavior and reality I have to finish packing. I really do dislike it. Although packing to go home is always easier than to go away. Looking forward to seeing the family. The dark haired beauty has called me daily so that she can sing songs and shower dad in love. It is pretty cool. Might try checking in again later, who knows. See you all in a bit. Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerryHaveil Havalim #243
15 NovI am trying to blog from a BlackBerry. Please forgive me for formatting issues that may occur. Haveil Havalim, the Best of The Jewish/Israeli blogosphere is now live. You can find it at the following address:
http://imabima.blogspot.com/2009/11/haveil-havalim-243-nablopomo-edition.html Go read it with your morning coffee. Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry
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