The Fantastic Journey!... or how I managed to travel for 24 hours straight...

I've known that my November 2009 trip to Germany was coming - months ago, when I booked my flights, I intentionally did 3 things to avoid known trouble spots:

  • Avoided any flight with the words "San" or "Francisco" included in it.
  • Put "I Heart Denver" in all my itinerary searches
  • Determined not to start my outbound voyage before 10 a.m.

    Lucky me, the first 2 things I did worked great - the 3rd? Not so much. Due to an Unforeseen Need To Cutback on the Number of Flights, my Reno-Denver leg was moved 3 times. So, I got to start my day at 5 a.m. so that I could make sure to get to the airport to make my 7:20 with time to spare. Sigh.




    Denver is a great airport; lots of great places to eat, spacious & clean concourses to walk (w/hand sanitizer every 10 steps,) & this time, friends to hang out with. Matty C & Earl W were both on board for the 1st leg of the trip - we hung out at the New Belgium Hub, ate omelettes & egg burritos, sampled the 1554 Black, & talked.

    A good time was had by all... a good time that was split up only by the next flight for me - Matty & Earl had somehow finagled a direct flight to Frankfurt out of Denver, albeit with a 7 hour layover in the aforementioned Denver Airport. At least it was a good one.

    Said my goodbyes & headed for Chicago - even landed there early due to a great tailwind. Only 90 minutes & I was to be off to Deutschland. Or so I thought.




    Literally as we were lining up for boarding, word came down from On High that there was an Un-named mechanical issue that needed to be resolved - the screen began flashing a modified departure time... 45 minutes further out. Ok.




    As our scheduled boarding time arrived, the voice from On High declared that our aircraft had been sent to the proverbial bullpen - & needed more repairs than could be gotten on the tarmac. The good news (& I use that phrase with my tongue firmly placed in my cheek, which caused me to bite it,) was that a replacement plane had been found to take us to the Fatherland... though it was only a mere 3 hours away. Which meant that our departure time would be just a little bit later than we'd initially thought...




    So, what to do? Get a bad attitude? Complain? Go flex my proverbial muscles for all the desk-counter personnel & ask them if they happened to know who I am? No. All of those jobs were already taken, with understudies even.

    The job that wasn't taken was the one of the happy, content guy reading his book, who was also pleasant to be around, & occasionally even engaged in conversation with the people around him. So I took it.

    Not because I felt like that guy - precisely because I DIDN'T feel it. I was uncomfortable, grouchy, tired, hungry, frustrated, missing out on Game 6 of the Series, missing theBean & theFam something terrible already... I've been trying to grow in not just living by my feelings or by the attitude/outlook that tries to muscle its way to the surface... instead I tried to put on Christ. Keep a good attitude. Not focus on me & my disappointments.

    And I made it.




    Slept for 7 out of 8 1/2 hours of my flight. Woke up rested. Flight landed. Eventually made my way through passport control, baggage claim, & customs... found Alex G. Matty C & Earl W were located. Navigated the city (with a temperamental GPS to boot) & eventually got everyone where they needed to be for round 2...

    Ate the Hot & Spicy Pasta that Chef Alex made, with the 337 that theBean sent for Linda... enjoyed a Via together. Went for a walk through the park & the streets around Alex & Linda's new neighborhood. Relaxing.

    Had a brief chat with theBean before she went to work. Ahhh.




    I'm looking forward to the rest of my time - starting with a good nights sleep. Good night now.
  • 40 going on 21, part 1

    I've been ruminating on a series of conversations that I had with my buddy, Chuck, while I was at CSR this last August.

    The conversations were brought on by the fact that my 40th birthday was coming soon - & how much I was looking forward to that event & the stage of life that would come with it. (And, by the way, I'm 40 days into my 40th year, & so far, I'm loving the fact that I'm a man! I'm 40!)

    A lot of our talks centered on the infatuation our society seems to have with YOUTH & being YOUNG... & the seeming inability to accept the fact that people age... & aging is seen as a bad thing, something to be ashamed of, avoided, &/or denied.

    Bummer.




    Part of what really drove it home for me was that a lot of my 'thinking time' happened on & near the Virginia Tech University campus - there were literally thousands of 18-25 year olds all over the place just arriving in Blacksburg for the start of the fall semester... In Walmart. Starbucks. Borders. The campus bookstore. Swarms of people. Checking each other out, visually measuring self against others, masking anxiety with volume... The pretty young things got the most attention & savored it.

    In the midst of it, I felt strangely secure. Comfortable in my own skin. I pondered Chuck's words, & thought about what he'd said about the privileges & things gained as one ages...

    ...experience & wisdom to be shared. Perspective at having seen seasons of life, fad, & fashion come & go & come back again. The weight the words carry of one who has not only lived, but has lived well, without striving, through the tides, peaks, & valleys that life brings. The joy of watching one's children grow. Peace at being able to simply enjoy the moment.

    The glory of the young is their strength; the gray hair of experience is the splendor of the old. Proverbs 20:29 New Living Translation






    Being 40 is great. I'm lovin' it.



    Things I'm thinking about:

  • Associating 'young' & 'youth' with childish, irresponsible, immoral behavior

  • Peter Pan syndrome...

  • valuing people by their outward appearance...

  • living selfishly, without regard for others

  • attempting to avoid the responsibility that comes with the making of choices - & the consequences (outcomes?) of those choices

  • the inevitability of aging... something that no amount of cosmetic surgery, hair dye, or botox can avoid.

  • my dream...

    Hmmm.
  • tuesday & it's pretending to snow...

    Woke up last night to a howling wind, accompanied by the sound of rain & hail being slammed up against our windows. Ah yes. It is nearly Winter. Or at least its pretending.




    Went to theWeez's soccer banquet tonight - held at Pizza Plus, which IS a plus. Got to eat pizza & wings & watch 15 or so 12-14 year old girls do whatever it is that 12-14 year old girls do.

    75 minutes, lots of giggling & a 3 minute awards ceremony later, we were on our way out.

    It was snowing. Or at least pretending to snow. You know what I mean, the kind of snow that you can actually see falling to the ground, but once its actually there, it sort of disappears. Which is why I say it's 'pretending.'




    I've started my packing process - the week-long saga I go through in preparing for my November trip to Germany. Laying out clothes I might want to take, making sure they're all washed & pressed; then, laying out clothes that I'll wear in the days leading up to departure day. Silly, I know. But the 2 piles can't be mixed.

    Determined more than ever not to over pack, & also to leave adequate room for my gifts & take-alongs.




    Got a great present today - about 40 3-packs of the Starbuck's Via instant coffee... just add hot water & booyah! Coffee, or at least a reasonable facsimile thereof. I'm taking it with, just in case I meet some hot water...




    I like to hulu, - esp. because it makes it so I can watch Fringe. It reminds me a bit of The X-Files... Fringe is something I normally couldn't watch, because it's on the same time as The Office, which totally trumps Fringe, at least in theBean's eyes. (Which, by the way, are some pretty deep blue eyes... so deep, I got lost... but I digress...)




    Week 3 of the kettlebells - holy moly. That's all I have to say. Arms, legs, chest, core...




    Which reminds me that I need to soak-a my feet. I'm tired.

    Here's to "No Snow!" tomorrow.

    thursday night...

    One of the by-products of the killer kettlebell workout from yesterday, which was also accompanied by a couple miles of extra running up & down Disc Drive, is that I am sore. Really sore. Wake-yourself-up-in-the-middle-of-the-night-rolling-over sore. Sigh.




    As the ALCS plays out in front of me, I'm realizing that this is officially the least amount of baseball I have ever watched, over the season, on TV. The plus side is that having the Aces in town meant that I got to see more games in person.




    Re-discovered an early 80's movie The Philadelphia Experiment. Last saw it as a high school sophomore. Took me back in time.

    Which reminds me: that may be why I love to watch old movies (old to me mostly means 40's, 50's & 60's) - watching them takes me back to the 1st time that I saw them. Almost like time travel... except safer. And without a DeLorean.




    Socks have become increasingly important to me.




    Fresca. Get it.




    Great talks with EdieVegas yesterday. He's in grad school studying a developing branch of Historical-ness. Love that guy. He's living one of my dreams - pursuing a graduate degree in History. Heavy sigh.




    Is there anything that you CAN'T put Tea Tree Oil on?




    A nap is one of the best gifts that you can give yourself. Good news: I'm a giver! Perhaps tomorrow I shall nap. We shall see. We shall see.



    Good night now!