May 9th, 2007

abstract butterfly

here comes the flood

The flight home featured the customary weather diversion--Dallas had a horrible storm, so we flew to Houston instead. This happens, it's Texas, it's seasonal, and I know the drill well. Either they sit on tarmac until the storm clears, and then fly the hour up to Dallas, or they spend an hour arranging us motel rooms, and put us on a dawn flight.
It's just one of those things, like persimmons having too much bite until they have just the right amount of bite--to everything turn, turn, turn, cue Byrds song.

Yet the part about 82 people waiting for 1 desk person to re-issue our tickets? This was a bit novel. We landed at 11:45 p.m. I got my re-issued 7 a.m. flight tickets at the glorious hour of 4:45 a.m.

I am not a zombie, but I did manage to wait five hours to get a ticket re-issued for a one hour flight.

The flight was not all bad, though. I read a pretty cool alterna-pop magazine called "Under the Radar", which I bought because I liked the piercing gaze Ms. Feist offered from the cover. I read Ornette Coleman in a Downbeat interview talk about
life and death and love and other abstractions instead of jazz. I read about Philidor's Defense, and listened to 46 songs on my mp3 player. I even had a good bagel. I don't often eat bagels, so it's always good when one proves to be a good one.

I am glad my work day is this moment done. I am off to conquer other planets, which I hope will be earth-like, but much more dreamy.