With the flight going overnight, lack of sleep and time zone changes, I think this is the third day of our trip, but I’m not sure how well I’d do on a polygraph test if you asked me that question. Regardless of the day, I’ve tried to squeeze everything into these journal entries that I’ve been writing for the sake of our trip, but who knows? Maybe posterity will get something out of my posting this stuff on the Internet. Or maybe it’ll just save me time and effort to fill my friends in on the details of my trip. Continue reading “Day… 3? I’ve already lost track.”
The journey has just begun
We’ve been sitting in the airport for 45 minutes and I’m already going stir-crazy! Well, maybe not, but I’m ready to get on the plane. There’s not much going on here on the ground, whereas once we’re on the plane, I can fall asleep before anyone demonstrates how to use my seatbelt. (You think I’m joking.)
Anyway, things have started off without much of a hitch. I say “much” because there’s been one small problem: they gave us the wrong seats flying to Reykjavik. We made reservations in January to get seats 5C and 5D for every flight—one row, both sides of the aisle. When they pulled up our tickets, they gave us 6D and 6A. A window seat. And that’s a problem.
Why, you might ask? It’s because Mom gets claustrophobic when she gets crammed against the side of a plane with people between her and the aisle. For me, I need the extra leg room that comes with sticking my leg out into the aisle It’s especially important right now because after knee surgery, my knee will sometimes start aching to the point where it feels like something might rupture if I don’t straighten my leg. Consequently, being curled up in a seat where it’s impossible to get any extra room to stretch out is asking for trouble.
Thankfully, the guy at the desk changed our seats so they’re both on the aisle, but they’re on the right side of the aisle. Since surgery was on my right knee, that’s the leg I may need to stretch out, so… hopefully, I’ll find a kind and gentle soul on the other side of the aisle who will switch seats with me.
In the meantime, we’ve got just under two hours to burn before they start boarding the plane, so going stir crazy may be inevitable. Maybe if I get someone to tell me that the nearest exit may be behind me, I might be able to fall asleep.
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Practice makes pergevt
This isn’t really an important entry—not a whole lot of substance to it—but our flight to Norway leaves tomorrow afternoon and I’m not bringing my own computer. Nope, instead of the little electronic hummingbird I call my laptop, we’re bringing a teeny-weeny junior-sized netbook that we bought a couple months ago. It was primarily so we could download maps from Google Earth to figure out where the hell we’re going on any particular day, but its uses have been expanded to include playing audio books while we’re on the road. And internet access, of course. (Whew!)
Consequently, at some of the hotels we’re staying at during our trip, I’ll have access to e-mail, the blog and Facebook (Whew!). I guess internet access isn’t that important, but family and friends might appreciate updates on what’s happening and you readers might enjoy the same. So why am I writing this? Do you really need to know about the potential for blog entries over the next four weeks?
Nope! But like I said, I’m leaving my electronic hummingbird at home and the keyboard on this netbook is waaaaaay smaller than what I’m used to typing on. So far, I’ve had to use the backspace key a lot more than usual, but at least I’m getting stuff on the screen. Legible stuff on the screen. So I’m just using this entry to practice using this keyboard. You know what they say: Practice makes pergevt… perfect.
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Hello to everyone in Russia!
According to someone who sent me a friend request via Myspace, Beauty and the Geek began playing in Russia very recently. (This assumption seems to have been confirmed by all the friend requests I’ve received via Facebook…)
To everyone in Russia who watched and enjoyed the show, thank you very much. I’m glad that I could have a positive influence in your lives or at least make you laugh at the phrase “Yeah, this is great!” and other choice one-liners. (I also hope the Russian producers used my laugh for the sound bites because such a deep baritone is hard to come by.)
So I guess I’m writing this entry for a few reasons:
1) I’m flattered that so many people in Russia were willing to search for me after Beauty and the Geek went on the air.
2) Unfortunately, unless you play certain time-wasting Facebook games, I probably won’t accept your friend request there (don’t feel bad—I used the privacy settings to make sure none of the game players can see anything important about me). Myspace, on the other hand…
3) I just got home from a week and a half of summer camp, I’m leaving on Friday for a trip to Norway and I didn’t want to leave everyone in the lurch for so long.
4) I don’t want to think about packing right now and this seemed like an excellent way to avoid it.
That’s about it. I hope everyone in Europe and Asia is having a wonderful summer and I’ll try to make little posts here and there about my trip over the next month. Unless I drop my laptop into a fjord. If that happens, denying friend requests on Facebook will be the least of my problems.
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He could arm wrestle a beet… and lose.
What does not kill me can still leave me in a persistent vegetative state, which, let’s face it, isn’t much stronger than being dead.
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Future hazy, ask again in a day or two
What happens if you’re driving, a black cat starts to cross the road in front of you and you run over it with your car? Do you end up with really bad luck because the bad luck stored inside the cat comes out of its body all at once? Good luck because you destroyed the source of bad luck? For safety’s sake, you may want to be extra protective of the parts of your body it managed to cross before getting hit.
