On the plane

Right now I'm flying a few thousand feet above the ground. The plane is filled with kids I guess heading out for 4th of July holiday. A few kicks to the back of seat, but it's not bothering me yet. After all it's a pretty long flight from one coast to the other. Sitting here looking out the windows staring at the clouds. Then I heard a little girl ask her mom if she was going to see fairies or giants. I remember thinking about that when I was little too. Never did get to see one though. Clouds are always amasing to me up close. They look like a solid object that you could just reach scoop up an armful and bury your head in it's fluffy cloudy goodness.

I have never realized how much stuff I need that I don't have until I looked in the SkyMall catalog. All of the lastest inventions and random stuff you could want. Like the pizza cutter that uses scissor technology
along with a triangular spatula attached. Various ways to decrease stress, and disinfect the world around you. Even a brownie pan designed so that everyone can have a toasty edge piece. Plus furniture with so many compartments built in it's amazing. I'm guess that so you will have more room to buy some more stuff from SkyMall. Of course they have a website http://www.skymall.com

Just touched down in Las Vegas, but I don't have to change planes. It's really very pretty flying in over the desert. As soon as you start seeing patches of grass houses starting appearing. I am think that most of the grass is manufactored, meaning it's not part of the natural habitat. Eh but people like grass on their laws so let's make it happen.

I keep dozing off on this flight. One more leg to go. Las Vegas to Burbank.

Sitting at the airport

I'm at the airport sitting in a bar, waiting for my flight to leave. In a few hours I'll be back at my house in Los Angeles that I haven't lived in for almost 2 years. Weird. It's before 5 and I'm having a drink. I know it's before 5, but it's been a hell of a week. Plus I have to get on a plane! Flying is not my favorite thing, but I've gotten better at it. I wish someone else was flying with me to keep me distracted. Hmmm I think I was hungrier than I thought I just sucked down a burger and fries. Plus a Jack and Coke. Something about airport bars make me want a Jack and Coke. Maybe it's all the untold stories that are around you. Every person is flying from somewhere, to somewhere. I always want to know why. Up until a couple of years ago I never understood the long hugs and kisses that took place. I get that now. So I just wish I knew all the stories. Are they just going on holiday vacation, maybe a wedding, or a funeral? Are they going to see long lost friends, or may fulfill a long lived desire for adventure? Who know. I do end up finding out some of them. Strangers like to talk to me. I must look approachable and non threatening. So wish me luck. One long flight and I'll be back in sunny California wondering if I'm going to want to stay.