So Far, So Good
An optimist is sight seeing ontop of a 50 story skyscraper and falls off. As he passes the 30th floor someone looking out of the window notices him and yells, for lack of anything better to say, "hey, how's it going?", to which the optimist replies "So far, so good".
I've always thought that an accurate and non-jinxing answer.
Day 1 went as planned, basically just an airborne re-spot (carrier language moving something from one end of the ship to the other by launching it) from DFW to ORD. Up at the crack of 0715, out the door by 0800, pausing briefly to drop daughter Emily at band practice, and then up to the big airport and at the gate by 0900 for a 1010 departure.
Having just a little padding here and there allows things like traffic slowdowns and accidents, TSA examinations and longer than expected lines to be taken with philosophical calm. After all, when you are early it's no skin off your neck.
Non-rev seat 31E is a center seat at the back of the plane, so ear plugs in, sunglasses on, and 2 sleepy hours later I'm in Chicago, and so is my bag (step one). As I step onto the curb topside my sis calls and 3 minutes later she and hubby pick me up and whisk me away.
Just as planned.
The rest of the day was spent describing the trip, showing them all my camping stuff (sis has taken over supervision of her baby brother now that the adults are gone), and then catching up on family news. And food. There was food involved.
"Just as planned" has me thinking about whether this qualifies as an adventure, or just a trip, and while I'm hoping for a little of the former, I'm thinking it's actually the latter. I know where I'm going to be, and when. I know where I'm going to sleep and how I'm going to pay for it, and I'm sufficiently trained and equipped to handle all foreseeable issues. So, a nice trip, to a foreign country, but not an adventure. That's ok. Not everything in life is adventurous, some of it's just fun.
I've always thought that an accurate and non-jinxing answer.
Day 1 went as planned, basically just an airborne re-spot (carrier language moving something from one end of the ship to the other by launching it) from DFW to ORD. Up at the crack of 0715, out the door by 0800, pausing briefly to drop daughter Emily at band practice, and then up to the big airport and at the gate by 0900 for a 1010 departure.
Having just a little padding here and there allows things like traffic slowdowns and accidents, TSA examinations and longer than expected lines to be taken with philosophical calm. After all, when you are early it's no skin off your neck.
Non-rev seat 31E is a center seat at the back of the plane, so ear plugs in, sunglasses on, and 2 sleepy hours later I'm in Chicago, and so is my bag (step one). As I step onto the curb topside my sis calls and 3 minutes later she and hubby pick me up and whisk me away.
Just as planned.
The rest of the day was spent describing the trip, showing them all my camping stuff (sis has taken over supervision of her baby brother now that the adults are gone), and then catching up on family news. And food. There was food involved.
"Just as planned" has me thinking about whether this qualifies as an adventure, or just a trip, and while I'm hoping for a little of the former, I'm thinking it's actually the latter. I know where I'm going to be, and when. I know where I'm going to sleep and how I'm going to pay for it, and I'm sufficiently trained and equipped to handle all foreseeable issues. So, a nice trip, to a foreign country, but not an adventure. That's ok. Not everything in life is adventurous, some of it's just fun.
posted by Randy Masters at 6:33 AM
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