Sunday, June 14, 2009

It all started with the flight to Canada and the reassuring words of the flight attendants. . .(insert title of my blog). What do they mean by non-traditional? If the seat cushion was such a wonderful floatation device, why aren't they selling them at Target as a new pool accessory. You just don't see them anywhere. So then I start imagining myself in the Pacific Ocean, hanging on to my seat, when I realize from watching so many animated ocean crashes, that I would end up being a "floater" along with a few bits of luggage. If only it was all that simple. Same with my life--how many times have I grabbed for my seat cushion and discovered that is just wasn't quite enough to sustain my weight. I really needed that parachute prior to the "crash" or maybe just a stiff drink.

2 comments:

Cowgirl said...

K-grrl,
Travel involves so many risks--like... bungey shorts, too much wine, too much whin-ing, strange toilet rituals, soaking in hot tubs with Ma&Pa Kettle and discussions of bodily spew that flying should be the least of your fears....love you. g

Joey & Rick said...

I couldn't agree more with Cowgirl.. Stiff drinks usually fix the problemo...that or Xanax.

I know that view (the px in u'r blog) Heavenly... felt a bit complete when I'd seen it...like others since I'd left the "real world".... Sad stats .... one out of one of us .... dies... My question... where do we go now....? I know the answer....do you?