Written very, very early this morning...
Jan. 3rd, 2010 03:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
unknownfateOK, it’s after midnight as I write this and I’m none too alert. It doesn’t help that my brain thinks it’s 4 am. I have done a lot of walking in my new boots today. I think they are pretty well broken in now. The Atlanta airport has apparently been cutting back and the thing they have chosen to do without seems to be the information screens! I roamed for miles trying to find one, and then had to go back the way I came when I finally found out which gate I was supposed to be at. Makes me talk to myself.
I grabbed a little sleep on the last flight (Portland to Anchorage), but not enough to really matter. It was better than the Atlanta to Portland flight. That’s a long haul, and I spent it pinned between the window and a very large, twitchy man. Whoever put this guy in a middle seat was holding a grudge for something, because he was huge and he promptly fell asleep.
Luckily, I had already been to the bathroom, because there was no getting past this guy. And for I’m gonna say three of the five hours of that flight, he twitched his arms. He would fold them over his belly and as he slept, they would slip off to the sides and he would kinda catch them with a jerk. He didn’t wake up, he just jerked. So it became a little pattern, snooze, slip, jerk, snooze, slip, jerk, 1, 2, 3. Over and over again ,until finally I was leaning into him to hold his arm up. I had some notion that if I could brace a shoulder under his arm, it wouldn’t slip, he wouldn’t twitch, and some peace would be restored.
It didn’t work. And it was miserably hot, made more so by close proximity to the Mt. ManintheMiddleseat, and it was a full flight and there was no room in the overhead for coats, so my parka had to be crammed in around my feet, so I could barely move them. So my feet were asleep, I was sweating like a pig, and being driven crazy by all the twitching, but I was still better off that the lady in the row ahead of me.
She had to sit with an unaccompanied minor, who did not shut up the whole time, asking her questions, screaming out the window at whatever happened to be visible and whining about how he was going to run up and open that door and jump out so he wouldn’t have to go home. I would’ve encouraged that little notion, myself.
There seems to be no wi-fi in any of the usual places this trip, which vexes me. I even paid for internet connection in Atlanta and that didn’t work. Neither would the pay phones. I’ll have to check for weird charges on ye olde credit card when I get home. I’ll post this then too.
In the meantime, I think I’ll watch the Dug parts of Up
I grabbed a little sleep on the last flight (Portland to Anchorage), but not enough to really matter. It was better than the Atlanta to Portland flight. That’s a long haul, and I spent it pinned between the window and a very large, twitchy man. Whoever put this guy in a middle seat was holding a grudge for something, because he was huge and he promptly fell asleep.
Luckily, I had already been to the bathroom, because there was no getting past this guy. And for I’m gonna say three of the five hours of that flight, he twitched his arms. He would fold them over his belly and as he slept, they would slip off to the sides and he would kinda catch them with a jerk. He didn’t wake up, he just jerked. So it became a little pattern, snooze, slip, jerk, snooze, slip, jerk, 1, 2, 3. Over and over again ,until finally I was leaning into him to hold his arm up. I had some notion that if I could brace a shoulder under his arm, it wouldn’t slip, he wouldn’t twitch, and some peace would be restored.
It didn’t work. And it was miserably hot, made more so by close proximity to the Mt. ManintheMiddleseat, and it was a full flight and there was no room in the overhead for coats, so my parka had to be crammed in around my feet, so I could barely move them. So my feet were asleep, I was sweating like a pig, and being driven crazy by all the twitching, but I was still better off that the lady in the row ahead of me.
She had to sit with an unaccompanied minor, who did not shut up the whole time, asking her questions, screaming out the window at whatever happened to be visible and whining about how he was going to run up and open that door and jump out so he wouldn’t have to go home. I would’ve encouraged that little notion, myself.
There seems to be no wi-fi in any of the usual places this trip, which vexes me. I even paid for internet connection in Atlanta and that didn’t work. Neither would the pay phones. I’ll have to check for weird charges on ye olde credit card when I get home. I’ll post this then too.
In the meantime, I think I’ll watch the Dug parts of Up
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Date: 2010-01-04 05:33 am (UTC)I'm guessing you're in the Anchorage airport now? I'm praying that you get home safe!
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Date: 2010-01-06 12:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-05 05:40 am (UTC)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Q3U9xZQf4w&feature=PlayList&p=E06D94B329FC9165&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=13
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