Thursday, June 19, 2008
Off to Charlotte!
Question: Why isn't the pilot paying attention to his controls? Why is the person next to me singing, "Jesus, Take the Wheel?"
When I was a kid, I used to move the benches out at an angle from our wooden picnic table to make it into an airplane. Then I would sit on the main part and sing, "I'm Leavin' on a Jet Plane, Don't Know When I'll Be Back Again" while swaying back and forth. It was very soothing, and I sounded, well, famous and beautiful. Perhaps I should shut my eyes and do that same thing on the flight to Charlotte. And the scared-er I feel, the louder I'll sing. Maybe the other passengers will join me.
Jorge, you are my constant! But if Jack Shepherd insists on carrying me away from the ball of fire that was previously our plane, I'm going to let him. I know; that is a really scary thought. Not the plane crashing and burning, but some poor soul trying, as Ernest T. Bass would say, to "heft" me. Anyway, I would only allow myself to be carried because it would make a great post when I got back. Strictly writing material, of course.
Kids: If I die, remember to always keep your belly buttons clean and change your hand towels daily.
Take care of Zoe. Tell her I'll call her tonight.
To all of you bloggers: Talk to you soon! Thanks for praying for me, esp. that I don't have a panic attack in the airport, which is actually scarier to me than flying. And thanks for all of your encouragement and support. Bye now!