Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Home Sweet Home

While I really enjoyed my visit to Texas and of course time with the people I went to visit, it's always good to be home.

We had the same flight to Newark and then he boarded another plane for Buffalo. More business. He'll be back on Friday.

Flying is ok with me. I do it enough to have become an Elite on Continental Airlines but not enough for it to be second nature. The take offs and landings have always caused me some consternation and even in the air, I'm always on the alert for a sound or a feeling that indicates something is amiss. I hate air pockets.

On the fligt home I got to fly in the first class space since he received an upgrade and he gave it to me. I want to say that first class is not that big a deal. I want to say that for all the times I fly coach. But first class is really awesome.

The thing is, the seat is leather, soft and wider than the coach seats, so even if you're not tired you want to fall asleep. You get hot towels before your meal. You get anything you want and the flight attendants really dote on you. Considering the poor quality of airline food, normally some unidentifiable patty on some sort of bread with a salad that is old lettuce, the food in first class is..well...first class.

Yesterday my stomach was not behaving and I wanted something light. I ordered the cereal (oh there are choices), and got not only a huge bowl of cereal but also, a bowl of yogurt, a banana and a bowl of fresh fruit. The flight attendant came around with a basket of huge cinamon buns. I refrained, but the entire first class cabin smelled wonderful.

But one of the best things about first class, the thing I usually like to partake in (I've flown it often because he gets alot of upgrades and he's very generous) is the unlimited amount of alcohol you can have for free.

So on a long flight, and one which is not at 7:00 am because that is even too early for me to drink, I can consume a whole bunch of Bloody Marys (my favorite airline drink) to take the edge off the idea that,

"if God had meant for us to fly he would have given us wings".

Labels: airline, flying, travel

Saturday, November 03, 2007

Always Waiting

Well, let's see, I took him to the airport this morning. That was after Pat came by to organize the work he has to do in the weeks coming.

It all began when we really figured it was easier to have one home than two. He was going to have the bedroom painted peach so I'd feel more at home, (since peach is mine now) but, I began to think the rich green that it is, is more suited to both of us....however, we figured out a real assortment of other stuff we'd like to do. Crown mouldings, repaint the bathrooms, fix this and that.

He left for L.A. but I'll meet up with him in Dallas toward the end of the week. Then we can hang out with his daughter and her guy, and as always, have a great time.

But until then, I think I have to rent some movies I've missed and maybe go out with the girls a few times.

Today, however I'm stuck waiting for the plumber who was supposed to arrive at 12:00nn to install a new hot water heater. He called to say he is working on an emergency and "can I come by around 3:00pm?", as if I have a choice. Of course there's a prospective buyer coming by at 3:30pm so that's not so great.

So I'm waiting.

Don't forget to turn the clocks back tonight.

Labels: clocks, plumbing, time, travel, waiting

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Rejection

I shouldn't complain. In fact, shut me up. Many people would love some time away from work but I have to say I'm bored.

It might be different if I had an unlimited amount of money with which to shop. Or a project that I need to tend to. Or maybe if this was the beginning of the summer and I could spend my time outdoors. But right now none of those are options and I don't want to begin any projects when I do hope that a new job is just around the corner.

I've been working since I was 15. It's what I know. It's how I fill my day. It's what interests me and gives me purpose. And I just don't have the time (or the money) to find another purpose.

I have asked him to quit his job and travel around the world with me. Darn, rejected again.

Labels: mood, rejection, travel, work

Sunday, October 14, 2007

Home

Home from Rochester. Tired. Nice to have seen friends. Good to be home.

Labels: airline, home, travel

Friday, October 12, 2007

Rain, Rain go away.

At the airport. It's too early. Up at 4:00 am. Sitting in the President's Club thinking about having a bagel. Flying to Rochester with him. Not exactly the vacation capital of the world.

Just saw his son and son's girlfriend off to Florida. I should have gone with them. (Kidding of course).

It will be fun. Going to his office and then to visit friends. The Rutger's game..go Rutgers!!!! and then a winery on Sunday.

Make the rain stop!

Labels: airport, rain, Rutgers, travel

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Up and Down, Over and Out

I know just how she felt. Uggh. There isn't anything worse than that.

A long time ago I went on a cruise. I did fine the first night, probably because the ship sailed at midnight and I went to sleep, but oh the following morning. A battle-axe weilding nurse, who didn't speak any English (so god only knows what they gave me), shot me up with some drug. She should have halved the dose, I'm sure she didn't take into account my dimunitive status, and I slept for 24 hours. Well at least the vomiting stopped but the nausea lasted the entire rest of the week.

And then over Labor Day weekend, in Costa Rica, aboard a Catamarran on rocky seas, I felt the familiar edge of motion sickness. I didn't actually get sick, but felt awful for most of the ride.

Needless to say, when he told me he'd booked a 9 day luxury cruise, I was terrified. But it was his dream and I thought that I just had to ditch the whining and suck it up.

So I armed myself appropriately (or not) by bringing everything I could get my little hands on. Scopolamine Patches, Bonine, Magnets for the writst, Ginger Pills, Ginger Tea, and Nexium (because a friend who used to get sick, stopped when she began taking the little purple pill).

I wore the wrist bands, I took the Nexium and the Bonine and the Ginger Pills the first day. I had heard such awful things about the Scopolamine that I was going to hold that for a last resort. The first day on the ship, he asked me why I didn't seem my usual bubbly self :-). "I'm waiting to get sick", was my reply. (I am so my Mother's daughter).

The next day I dispensed with the Ginger but took the other two pills. I still wore the wrist bands. I was loosening up, beginning to enjoy myself, and the endless glasses of Champagne didn't hurt either. I started to smile, but secretly I still feared the worst.

Well the worst never came. I stopped wearing the wrist bands on the third day and although I could not let go of my addiction to my daily Nexium and Bonine cocktail, I was fine. Better than fine - I had a grand time.

My favorite times were when the ship sailed. Our room had a veranda and I loved to order room service and eat out on the veranda. I loved to relax there reading. I loved to walk about the ship to find the stern or bow, finally and get a view of the vast ocean. I just loved everything about it. I didn't want to leave.

But sorry to say, I didn't get to see any whales.

Labels: cruise, sea sickness, travel