I'm only labeling it such because we didn't make it back to our hometown until about 7:30 this evening, but we started the day back in Tennessee
yet managed to spend a good deal of the day in the air or waiting to be in the air.
But I'm getting ahead of myself, because there are two things I forgot to mention over the past few days that I want to make certain I get in here somewhere.
Before we left Little Rock
, we were driving through J From Little Rock
's neighborhood and saw three animals cross the road, so we slowed down as we passed to check them out. They turned out to be a scrawny homeless-looking dog of some mutt variety, and his two homies, a couple of small raccoons. It was like watching some weird Disney
film in the making as the friends from different walks of the animal life banded together to travel across town or something. That's all well and good until the loose feral animals in the neighborhood start turning on the residents, but for now it's very cute and "Awww"-inspiring.
And last night I was called upon to fetch a fish from S
's daughter's small tank, because it'd croaked on us, but then found its way to the underside of the little water skimmer thing, so you couldn't really scoop him out easily. I finally got him out of the water and left S
and her daughter to go through the customary toilet burial at sea that all fish eventually receive. The daughter was pretty wrecked for a reasonable period of time, but ice cream heals all wounds.
We woke up a little earlier than intended today, and visited with S
while she got the kids ready to go, then she split to drop them off at school. I pounded down some coffee and finished packing away our stuff in the interim. S
came back, we loaded the car and then went for brunch at The Bagel Company of Memphis
, where we stuffed ourselves before heading out. We said our goodbyes and were on our way.
Aside from a few panicked moments of us thinking we'd made the wrong turn and were headed to Saint Louis
instead of Little Rock
, the return drive went by with little drama. We did see a wrecked truck on the interstate heading into Memphis
, with the traffic simply stopped while they cleaned things up; that looked just awful for everyone involved. The ladies and I talked a bit more about my child-rearing anxiety, which I think the wife is content to have me at least examining
rather than shutting off altogether, and JFLR
fielded several work-related calls, as her boss broke an arm over the weekend and had to drop some stuff in her lap late yesterday afternoon.
We went to JFLR's house, chilled with her for a bit while she worked on her laptop on the project her boss had sent her, then we split around 2:00 for the airport because we wanted to have plenty of time to fill up the rental car and prepare ourselves mentally for the strip-search at the security checkpoint. We got to our gate quite typically
with a solid hour to kill. Had we been running even slightly
late, I'd be standing around barefooted while a security fuck waves a wand over me as our plane leaves us behind; there's no way to win here. I read a bit and watched with amusement as all the other passengers seemed to be alternately annoyed with each others movements on the chairs they sat on. The chairs in the gate area are all connected, so if you twitch or flop around too much in the seat, it moves the entire thing
, a fact that no two people seemed aware of at any given time, thus the old man at the end looked startled and pissed when he rubbed his eyes and the woman at the end sat down, driving his thumb into his eye; she then got irritated later when his grandson flopped down and almost launched her, teeter-totter style
from the end chair.
It was hot as fuck near this gate. I'm not sure why but everyone seemed be generally grouchy-looking and sweaty.
I read a lot of the Diablo Cody
book and people-watched as we killed our time, finally boarding the late arrival plane a good 15 minutes after we were supposed to be departing and unable to sit together because we were among the final boarding group. The flight attendant is giving the spiel about only having middle seats left, if you see one, grab it, and the people around us are studying their laps as if to stave off the possibility of anyone sitting next to them. "And they all make it look so inviting, don't they?" my wife smart-assed to me as she poked a guy to get him to stand and let her sit down in the middle seat.
The irony of commenting to the wife earlier about the weird idea of selling porn in the airport, and then reading a book about strippers on the flight isn't lost on me, but anyone eavesdropping over my shoulder probably got an eyeful while I read on the plane.
We de-plane in Dallas, wander to the next gate to find our hour and change layover, which we'd kinda expected, but they've now tacked on another fucking 20 minutes to that because they're typically running late. This particular flight with Southwest Airlines
sucks donkey balls, it's never
on time and I find it frustrating that what is about an 8 or 10 hour drive from state to state
can take up to half that time to fly if this airline is fucking about the way they normally do, with all the delays and layovers. The guy today actually said that they were 'only' running about 20 minutes behind, as if that were an acceptable norm to anything in the rational world. Fuck.
While we waited (And waited and fucking waited) I finished the Candy Girl
book and started in on Running With Scissors
, which isn't proving as amusing as I thought it might, as I've seen the film, which casts a lot of this in an amusing light, but reading a good deal of this material in simple black and white is actually a bit depressing.
I was expecting more of a David Sedaris
feel, and I'm certainly not getting it so far.
The plane wandered up eventually, we got on and sat behind a girl with a large tattoo of a gingham-patterned red and white heart with cross bones bursting out of it on her right shoulder blade. This was proudly visible peeking out of her white wife-beater if you peeped between the seats in front of us. Then she spoke to a fellow passenger or steward and she sounded about 11 years old and I almost fell over. How in the hell does she have a tattoo if she's in junior high, or if she's of age, why does she still look and sound like To Catch A Predator
We got back, waited as long for our luggage to de-plane as we did in a real city
, which is sad, because there's nothing
going on here locally that should make it take so damned long, and then headed back into town.
We picked up some drive-thru dinner, as we were both hungry, then stopped to get the Yorkie
from Scrawny McTall
and head home.
We ate while we flipped through a few things on TiVo
, then I headed in here to get this done and head to bed.
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