August 09, 2003

Leavin' on a Jet Plane

Actually, I leave on a Dehavilland Dash 8 TurboProp, but that was too long to put in the title (and would have made for sorry lyrics for Mr. Denver, don't you think?)

Thankful I am that I don't have to deal with the likes of Atlanta's airport in my travels this afternoon. The Roanoke Airport is very accessible and half the drive there is very nice, and the other half on my least favorite truck-infested interstate, I-81. The terminal will not be crowded, and it is oddly homogeneously monocultural as airports go, so not as great for people-watching as a larger airport. It's a short hop to my brief layover in Charlotte, which is considerably greater in size and buzz and ethnic diversity; and then another hour or so to Birmingham. I have a window seat on the side away from the sun and not blocked by the wing; I love being able to chose my seat when I book my flight. Having the window seat, of course, means that I will have a stiff neck by the time I arrive because, although I will carry a book, I cannot stop myself from looking out the window if there is any visibility at all-- even if it is just cloudtops. Just cloudtops. How unique in the history of man it is to be able to look down on clouds. And for me, the experience of finding myself in a metal tube going 400 mph always gives me a sort of 'out of body' experience. The alone-time with my thoughts and this vision out the little round window offers a valuable perspective of 'place' in time and on the planet and in my life. Or so it seems to me in my infrequent flights of fancy.

We had serious storms again overnight. I had to get up and close all the windows it was blowing so. I found my way around the house easily in the blue-white stroboscopic flash on flash lightning. Later in the deepest sleep, something crashed. Sound finding its way into the sleeping brain is merely raw percept -- a loud sound -- enough to shock you awake but without the benefit of the cognitively 'aware' part that says where-what-why that the conscious brain would add to the perception, so I'm not certain. I think it was a tree or large limb falling. We know it didn't block the road that Ann travels at 5:45 on her way to work, because the guy in the old brown truck comes that way at 5:35 if the road's not blocked; he showed up on time this morning. I'll have to go out after sun-up and see if I can find the rain-heavy broken limb or the tree that lost its mooring in the semi-solid ground. Maybe it will be good for firewood-- a true windfall. I already have probably six or seven pick-ups-full of windfall to cut up for firewood that we will burn two winters from now.

I can already imagine my little notebook and tiny digital recorder-- not to mention my mental buffers-- becoming full of snippets of ideas to think and write about from my trip. My list is already way longer than I will ever get around to fleshing out in any fashion, but I hear it's good for old brains to keep stimulated lest they nod off into perpetual twilight; so my too-long-list is probably a good thing. I'll be able to stay in touch with my blogging friends, sort of, from my mother's apartment via WebTV, so stop by and tell me hello, even if there aren't updates here for a few days. This may be it for the duration, and if so, I'll probably be back in the Command Post here by Tuesday night. Meanwhile, check out last August and September's archives (serving suggestion). Pix are missing in places due to an unfortunate server relationship, but it's always interesting to see what was happening 'a year ago today'.

Talk amongst yourselves. Think good thoughts, and good words to ya.

Posted by fred1st at August 9, 2003 06:31 AM | TrackBack
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Home Fred?
I trust everything is ok, have a safe trip.

Posted by: Bene Diction at August 9, 2003 06:39 AM

Have a great trip, Fred. Ask the pilot if he'll tip the wings as you pass over Atlanta...I'll give you a wave!

Posted by: Curt at August 9, 2003 08:20 AM

I miss hearing the old "Good words to you!" from NPR. My old brain won't pick out his name right now, but I miss him. Daniel Zwerdling? Or is Daniel a person who is still among us? Too late to keep this old brain stimulated. Have a safe trip.

Posted by: Cop Car at August 9, 2003 12:05 PM

Have a good trip, Fred! Know what you mean about I-81.

Cop Car, I think you may be recollecting John Ciardi, a poet who also did an NPR column on the origins of interesting words. He died a while back, but if you can find a copy of his volumes of A Browsers Dictionary, they're a lot of fun. I'd forgotten all about that phrase.

Posted by: sainteros at August 9, 2003 12:15 PM

Sainteros--Thanks, so much. I couldn't help but believe that Daniel was still amongst us; but, I couldn't come up with John Ciardi (not that I knew how to spell either of their names). I do miss that little snippet each week. I enjoy words, which contributes to my enjoyment of Fred's blog.

Posted by: Cop Car at August 11, 2003 06:39 AM

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