Here I am, thousands of feet up in the vast blue sky and there is just enough wind turbulence to turn me into a cringing maniac.
Everyone else is sleeping, watching movies and calmly carrying on as if we are not thousands of feet up in the air, while Cowardly Custard Evalyn keeps getting more and more nauseated at the thought that this may be the last word I live to type!
(Suddenly I reach for the vomit bag …..power of suggestion? No I remain intact! Breakfast and liquor. Stay within…. Whew!)
I know, I know, it’s safer than driving, but it’s this thousands-feet-up-in-the-air thing that
forces at least one Bloody Mary into my dry mouth before we even take off! And requires one more
Bloody Mary as we lift into heaven! I get by with a little help from my friend Bloody Mary!
And now , after a lovely first class breakfast (????? Don’t ask me how I managed that) we are halfway on our interminable journey ( only 5 hours really) and I live as comfortably as i possibly can manage in each shaky moment.
If gods had meant man to fly, etc etc etc….. so, call me a fool!
I hate it so much, this air travel torture, I must be a fool to repeatedly agree to it! I mean, it really is the only reasonably smart way to get to other countries, I agree…cruises often make sea sick AND bore whatever is left in my body ….So Europe? I’ll fly , I’ll fly, and have more than two cocktails. For sure. But I will fly.
But to agree to fly to MICHIGAN???????? To spend time with my husbands family????
Lord have mercy! Yep. I’m a foolish fool! I’ll sadly admit.
I love Peters people, I do ….despite the fact that their Polish ancestors sat by while my people were being burned in ovens down the street from where their gardens peacefully grew…peters family are sweet generous and creative people, guided by Montessori as much as by their Catholic faith.
I love them
But, still I despise flying and I’ve never really
Been a family sort of creature anyway…. So why am I trembling mid air, while the land below
Keeps beckoning to crush my all too frail body?
Honest to god, I don’t know.
But we land soon and meanwhile I shall sit here awash in stomach churning terror, contemplating the largest questions of life….and my fear of flying notwithstanding, such contemplation is
Never wasted.