Return Flight and Home
Feb. 29th, 2004 08:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
patgund4:20pm PST
Homeward flight, the plane having left DFW half an hour late. (The flight before it was having problems with some chairs and therefore the gate wasn't clear. Ick.)
Heading west over Fort Worth, I saw the two grain towers of Saginaw. And waved goodbye to my friends in that town. I could recognize it from the air at any rate.
Currently passing over New Mexico, at least I suspect. :-) It might be Arizona. Nope, New Mexico
For the most part, a good trip. Some good, some bad, a lot of food for thought. There are things about Texas I like. However, I suspect that I've still got unfinished business in California that will keep me there a while longer. Not the least of which is wanting to see my little girl grow up for as long as I can.
However, I think I did what I needed to do in Texas. Questions I've had for decades answered and tied off.
There's snow on the mountains under us. Seems like I always see snow from a distance. Someday I really need to go up into the snow and play.
Tired quiet thoughtful gund.
Ack, Some CAT, not as bad as the flight out.
Over desert right now, tan and flat. Now coming up on more mountains.
Debating DragonCon in fall. If I can afford it - bills and debts coming up that need to be paid, honour debts to retire. But not a 9 day trip - this was a bit too long for a gund alone. Theres a little girl, (and her mum) near Ontario who I miss very much, dear friends in San Diego I miss as well.
For all the hassle of the rental car, it was the handiest thing to have. No idea when and if I will be out - real life dictates such, not I.
More desert under us, craggy peaks and valleys.
Gentleman two seats behind me is trying very hard to witness to those around him. (Sigh). I respect his right to his faith, but an airplane cabin is not his mission.
Just glad he's not sitting next to me.
More CAT. I hate this part of flying
About an hour and 15 minutes left before San Diego. I want to sleep in my own bed tonight.
Dreading what I find in the lab tomorrow. No idea what's been lost, broken, or otherwise botched up while I was gone. I suspect the lab manager - if not Dr. Idiot Boss - were afraid I wouldn't come back.
They say home is where the heart is. Maybe this means I have more than one home. Certainly my heart is always with my daughter, and there are those in San Diego who still lay claim to a significant amount of my heart - and my love. Past that point, there are those I am fond of, and who I can find a brief amount of shelter and comfort from,
Plane is starting to change pressure, my ears are starting to hurt. Took a different decongestant this time to offset the pressure pain I get at the end of a flight, doesn't seem to have helped any either.
Seat belt sign came on. I should power down my laptop and stow it. About an hour left on the flight.
Random thoughts gund.
8:38pm, PST
I'm home safe. Mom decided to take me out to dinner as an early birthday present. So, where did she take me? A place in El Cajon called "Tyler's Taste of Texas"
My mom has a very odd sense of humour at times. Oh well, I like catfish.
Jet lagged and pooped. Looking at the mound of bills waiting for me. Ack.
Homeward flight, the plane having left DFW half an hour late. (The flight before it was having problems with some chairs and therefore the gate wasn't clear. Ick.)
Heading west over Fort Worth, I saw the two grain towers of Saginaw. And waved goodbye to my friends in that town. I could recognize it from the air at any rate.
Currently passing over New Mexico, at least I suspect. :-) It might be Arizona. Nope, New Mexico
For the most part, a good trip. Some good, some bad, a lot of food for thought. There are things about Texas I like. However, I suspect that I've still got unfinished business in California that will keep me there a while longer. Not the least of which is wanting to see my little girl grow up for as long as I can.
However, I think I did what I needed to do in Texas. Questions I've had for decades answered and tied off.
There's snow on the mountains under us. Seems like I always see snow from a distance. Someday I really need to go up into the snow and play.
Tired quiet thoughtful gund.
Ack, Some CAT, not as bad as the flight out.
Over desert right now, tan and flat. Now coming up on more mountains.
Debating DragonCon in fall. If I can afford it - bills and debts coming up that need to be paid, honour debts to retire. But not a 9 day trip - this was a bit too long for a gund alone. Theres a little girl, (and her mum) near Ontario who I miss very much, dear friends in San Diego I miss as well.
For all the hassle of the rental car, it was the handiest thing to have. No idea when and if I will be out - real life dictates such, not I.
More desert under us, craggy peaks and valleys.
Gentleman two seats behind me is trying very hard to witness to those around him. (Sigh). I respect his right to his faith, but an airplane cabin is not his mission.
Just glad he's not sitting next to me.
More CAT. I hate this part of flying
About an hour and 15 minutes left before San Diego. I want to sleep in my own bed tonight.
Dreading what I find in the lab tomorrow. No idea what's been lost, broken, or otherwise botched up while I was gone. I suspect the lab manager - if not Dr. Idiot Boss - were afraid I wouldn't come back.
They say home is where the heart is. Maybe this means I have more than one home. Certainly my heart is always with my daughter, and there are those in San Diego who still lay claim to a significant amount of my heart - and my love. Past that point, there are those I am fond of, and who I can find a brief amount of shelter and comfort from,
Plane is starting to change pressure, my ears are starting to hurt. Took a different decongestant this time to offset the pressure pain I get at the end of a flight, doesn't seem to have helped any either.
Seat belt sign came on. I should power down my laptop and stow it. About an hour left on the flight.
Random thoughts gund.
8:38pm, PST
I'm home safe. Mom decided to take me out to dinner as an early birthday present. So, where did she take me? A place in El Cajon called "Tyler's Taste of Texas"
My mom has a very odd sense of humour at times. Oh well, I like catfish.
Jet lagged and pooped. Looking at the mound of bills waiting for me. Ack.
