Archive for June 2011
The man in the seat in front of me took a short break from his thrashing about and leaned forward, gaining sizable momentum, and slammed his seat back as far as it would go, as quickly as it would get there. I had just enough coffee left in my system to save my laptop from getting crushed between the tray table and the fasten your seatbelt placard.
My luxury solitary confinement wedged between the window and my sizable neighbor was now reduced to 5 hours “in the hole” so I turned my attention away from email and to being thankful. Just as I was able to get the image loaded for this post, the Gogo inflight wireless access flickered. I reconnected, it flickered again, and it disconnected. Reconnect. Flicker. Disconnect. … Reconnect.
The man in front starts to thrash again, now so violently that it disturbs the sleeping giant next to me, who starts to thrash in kind – as if they were in some sleep dance – a slumbering samba, a forty wink two-step. Up and back, to and fro they went and the aircraft frame and seats beneath us creaked and moaned.
I stared at the empty browser. Wireless is down again. Only four more hours of flight time.
I closed up the laptop, stowed the tray table and leaned forward to retrieve something to read from my bag, lurking dangerously below the thrashing man in front’s seat. I waited for a pause between turns and swapped the laptop for my reader.
When I tried to sit back up, something kept me pinned in the “grab your ankles and say your peace” position. The sleeping giant’s arm, nearly the size of a redwood, had found its way into the tiny space I had left. The dance steps of the man in front now pushed the tray table against my head – over and over again. Before succumbing to a concussion, I summon my best “box out” elbow move which convinces the sleeping dancer to retract a limb just far enough for me to squeeze back into the box labeled 45A.
The book I selected was just boring enough; I slipped into an accidental sleep. My body learned the dance moves and fell into step, the engines droned just enough – I pulled the white noise sheet over my head and fell into a deep sleep.
Then a loud buzzing, crackling, undecipherable noises over the Public Address system “Pardon me folks, this is ____. I just wanted you to know that we are half way there!”.
We arrived safely. The destination is beautiful, and the weather could not be better. The first round of meetings went well, and dinner was lovely.
For what are you thankful?
When I first started this blog, I thought I would need a “routine” to keep things easy and frankly, to help me stay focused. In the beginning the routine was a good thing and posting every Monday morning was certainly improving my Mondays, but somewhere along the line the routine morphed into a “deadline”. Ugh. Now there was a nagging little voice in my head saying “Don’t forget to post Three Thanks!“.
I loathe nagging little voices. I started to feel guilty for not posting and I was piling up all sorts of reasons why I missed the Monday Three Thanks “deadline”. Insanity was within sight.
Then this morning, I stumbled upon Stefan’s talk via ShowYou. At the top of his personal list, and mine: “Thinking about ideas and content freely – with the deadline far away.” That’s it! I’m happy to say that while Three Thanks may show up on Mondays, it may also be any other day of the week that’s farther away. I hope that’s okay with you.
Today I am thankful for …
- time off with limited accessibility.
- sunshine, beaches and being able to peer into the fabric of the universe.
- great friends – especially those that will bait your hook AND take of the wiggling, teeth baring moby-esque catch of the day.