(no subject)
As it turns out, the flight home went okay. And on the way from Houston to BR, we took an actual human-sized plane, rather than the little puddle jumpers that usually run between the two. I heard people talking, and it sounded like a good number of the people on the plane were trying to fly into NOLA but, of course, cannot. So I guess that was the reason for the big plane. You also can't park at the airport very easily anymore because it's now so crowded, so my parents couldn't meet me inside like they usually do.
On the plane from Houston to BR, the guy sitting next to me (who had also stolen my seat, leaving me in the dreaded MIDDLE SEAT) kept his cell phone on the ENTIRE TIME we were in the air. This made me very nervous, as I tend to believe that planes will kill me, and this made me believe it even more. I don't know why I didn't just tell him to turn the f'ing thing off, and to get out of my seat. I guess I knew in the back of my head that one phone probably wouldn't cause that much difficulty, and that if it would REALLY kill us the airlines wouldn't let us have them on board in the first place. But still, I find it rather rude of someone to ignore general warnings like that - because if something did happen, if it did cause a problem, you'd have been responsible for scaring (if not actually hurting) something on the order of 70-100 people, not just yourself. Ugh. The guy sitting on the other side of me was nice, though, and when he saw I had sewing-machine leg of nervousness, he talked to me a bit to chill me out. I thanked him for it later.
On the flight from Ontario to Houston, I sat next to an elderly woman (maybe in her 80s ? about my granny's age) who lives in Savannah, Georgia and who had been in California to see her sister, who had been in a coma. The doctors had called her and said that the sister probably wouldn't live, that she should come say her goodbyes. And instead, a few days ago, she came out of the coma! The lady talked about it being a miracle and her best Christmas present, and I enjoyed getting to hear her talk about how happy she was that her sister (who is twelve years younger than she is) had gotten better. She was the kind of nice old Southern lady that I like - part of a generation of women who were raised, I think, to be very strong and self-reliant, despite the relatively oppressive environment of the deep South in the 30s and 40s. My Granny is like that, and this lady was like that too.
Now I'm home finally just relaxing. pinballorama flies in tonight, and we're going to head out to The Chimes - the restaurant near LSU where I spent a good deal of my undergraduate life. I love their red beans and rice. Also, they have Beers of the World.
On the plane from Houston to BR, the guy sitting next to me (who had also stolen my seat, leaving me in the dreaded MIDDLE SEAT) kept his cell phone on the ENTIRE TIME we were in the air. This made me very nervous, as I tend to believe that planes will kill me, and this made me believe it even more. I don't know why I didn't just tell him to turn the f'ing thing off, and to get out of my seat. I guess I knew in the back of my head that one phone probably wouldn't cause that much difficulty, and that if it would REALLY kill us the airlines wouldn't let us have them on board in the first place. But still, I find it rather rude of someone to ignore general warnings like that - because if something did happen, if it did cause a problem, you'd have been responsible for scaring (if not actually hurting) something on the order of 70-100 people, not just yourself. Ugh. The guy sitting on the other side of me was nice, though, and when he saw I had sewing-machine leg of nervousness, he talked to me a bit to chill me out. I thanked him for it later.
On the flight from Ontario to Houston, I sat next to an elderly woman (maybe in her 80s ? about my granny's age) who lives in Savannah, Georgia and who had been in California to see her sister, who had been in a coma. The doctors had called her and said that the sister probably wouldn't live, that she should come say her goodbyes. And instead, a few days ago, she came out of the coma! The lady talked about it being a miracle and her best Christmas present, and I enjoyed getting to hear her talk about how happy she was that her sister (who is twelve years younger than she is) had gotten better. She was the kind of nice old Southern lady that I like - part of a generation of women who were raised, I think, to be very strong and self-reliant, despite the relatively oppressive environment of the deep South in the 30s and 40s. My Granny is like that, and this lady was like that too.
Now I'm home finally just relaxing. pinballorama flies in tonight, and we're going to head out to The Chimes - the restaurant near LSU where I spent a good deal of my undergraduate life. I love their red beans and rice. Also, they have Beers of the World.