Airport travel – it was uneventful. I was pre-checked for the TSA, and so I didn’t have to wait. Why they don’t require those pre-checking to remove their shoes is a mystery to me. But, I got lucky, so I will leave it at that. I guess I did not have cooties, either.
It was an instance of hurry up and wait. I read the latest issue of the New Yorker in the waiting area and on the plane.
I prefer the window seat because looking out at the horizon makes me feel less claustrophobic and less nervous. I also enjoy taking in the view. I mean, why fly if you can’t see what’s out there? The young woman sitting next to me first watched a movie and then fell asleep with her head on the tray table. It surprised me that on this, the most beautiful of days, she had no interest in the view outside the window. Our skimming over the clouds made me think that, indeed, this is what heaven looks like.
El met me in the terminal. I had inadvertently told her that I was bringing my old saddle and would mail it in Portland, in order to save on shipping. But Pete and I decided it would be less of a hassle to send it from home.
We had lentil stew and a really nice salad for dinner. And her cat, Gray Baby, is no longer in attack mode. So we spent the evening talking about our upcoming trip, our main concerns centering on trip logistics. We are both aware that New York City is a big place with a lot to do.
I am going to sleep well, for after a day’s travel, I am safe and sound.
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