Yes, that's my leg. Something I've been wanting to do for years. It's my second. A small symbol, names and dates in the type face, "Desdemona". In purple ink.
My Latest Work Of Art...
Yes, that's my leg. Something I've been wanting to do for years. It's my second. A small symbol, names and dates in the type face, "Desdemona". In purple ink.
Bitter Sweet..
I'm back at the airport. Sitting at the bar because, well, it's an airport and as we determined earlier this week, it's never too early to start drinking. Oh, and my flight is an hour late. So far...
I flew in late Monday afternoon. Then immediately drove six hours. All to be with Precious and Mr. Man for a mere 48 hours.
Now it's over. Mr. Man is back at my parents house. Precious has gone back to work. I am back at the airport waiting to head back to Oregon and the rain that never stops.
We have been apart for three weeks. It feels like a year. I wanted to hold them close and not let go. Hug and kiss and tell them I loved them. Which I did. I did let them out for some air and room to move. A few times anyway.
We played. We went to the beach. We ran nekid in the sprinklers.
About the time I got here and we all managed to be in the same place, our time was up. Time to spread out and try to get our lives in order, so we can be together sooner rather than later.
The saying goodbye was more difficult this time than the first. I so didn't want to let go. I could have held them forever. And I wanted to so badly.
Another three weeks and I should get to come back. Another life time from now.
I miss them already.
I flew in late Monday afternoon. Then immediately drove six hours. All to be with Precious and Mr. Man for a mere 48 hours.
Now it's over. Mr. Man is back at my parents house. Precious has gone back to work. I am back at the airport waiting to head back to Oregon and the rain that never stops.
We have been apart for three weeks. It feels like a year. I wanted to hold them close and not let go. Hug and kiss and tell them I loved them. Which I did. I did let them out for some air and room to move. A few times anyway.
We played. We went to the beach. We ran nekid in the sprinklers.
About the time I got here and we all managed to be in the same place, our time was up. Time to spread out and try to get our lives in order, so we can be together sooner rather than later.
The saying goodbye was more difficult this time than the first. I so didn't want to let go. I could have held them forever. And I wanted to so badly.
Another three weeks and I should get to come back. Another life time from now.
I miss them already.
Liquid Dramamine...
How early, is too early, to start drinking?
Really, that early?
What if, you're in an airport? What if the check-in line were five, switch backs long? What if the ten people in line, in front of you, had never been to an airport before? And had no clue about how to check in, or where to go, or what they could carry on, or what planet they were from! What if the TSA were particularly slow that day? What if you gave a heavy sigh a little too close to one of the said TSA agents? What if they had nothing better to do than try and be jerks? What if you got pulled aside for additional screening? What if they made you drop your pants and do jumping jacks? What if your flight is late?
Ok, so the lines were long, the TSA was slow and the flight was late. The rest of that stuff could have happened. Really. I've seen it.
The point is, that I'm still in an airport. I have been awake for almost six hours already and there are two hours before my flight. It is 11am after all.
This is, your automated, captain, speaking. Would, you, like another, mimosa?
Yes. Please!
Really, that early?
What if, you're in an airport? What if the check-in line were five, switch backs long? What if the ten people in line, in front of you, had never been to an airport before? And had no clue about how to check in, or where to go, or what they could carry on, or what planet they were from! What if the TSA were particularly slow that day? What if you gave a heavy sigh a little too close to one of the said TSA agents? What if they had nothing better to do than try and be jerks? What if you got pulled aside for additional screening? What if they made you drop your pants and do jumping jacks? What if your flight is late?
Ok, so the lines were long, the TSA was slow and the flight was late. The rest of that stuff could have happened. Really. I've seen it.
The point is, that I'm still in an airport. I have been awake for almost six hours already and there are two hours before my flight. It is 11am after all.
This is, your automated, captain, speaking. Would, you, like another, mimosa?
Yes. Please!
Shameless Self Promotion...
I have recently joined the Today.com site as one of their writers. They will actually pay me to write a blog on their site. How cool, and terribly frightening is that? I'm far from an actual writer but I'm going to give it a shot.
So, you will notice in my side bar, Daily Travel Plans, I have a link for my other site. It's called "Modern Man".
If you can, stop by. The more people that visit, the more Today.com will like me.
Thanks.
So, you will notice in my side bar, Daily Travel Plans, I have a link for my other site. It's called "Modern Man".
If you can, stop by. The more people that visit, the more Today.com will like me.
Thanks.
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