Before we married and I was still in the US - in Tennessee - I worked a regular full-time job at the university, but had also been working on Saturdays as a parking lot attendant. This assignment was for a hospital and I would simply sit in the booth and take people's money when they left. As I was on my own all day I would bring a tape player/radio, books to read, my Gaelic tapes/books to make the time pass. The booth also had a telephone.
My (then) fiance had the cheap international phone deal and so would phone me while I worked. Since this job didn't take any concentration other than counting out change I could easily prop the phone on my shoulder, do my job and talk to him at the same time.
Being newly engaged to a charming Scottish man whose accent I was not yet used to and still in the beginning stages of romance, my face glowed constantly and my eyes sparkled. I wasn't a kid new to romance or infatuation - I was middle-aged. The looks on many people's faces as they were leaving the parking lot and giving me their money/tickets reflected the look I knew I had on my face. The ones middle-aged and older seemed to love it best. They could see I was talking to someone I was in love with and that it was still new.
Friday, August 26, 2005
Friday, August 19, 2005
Travel plans.....
Got 3 trips coming up before the year is out... seeing my granddaughter in two weeks, Oz in about 2 months, then the usual xmas trip to the states.
Flying used to be exciting. Now it's a way to get from one place to another. The excitement is the destination or the people I'll see, not the flight. It seems funny to remember a time when I used to get soooo excited about flying! Take off used to give me such a rush... when the plane speeds up on the runway very fast and you know it's about to lift off. Now that seems so childish. But then I had only flown maybe 3 times before I turned 40. I can't even count the number of flights I've taken now. I have become much better at packing and figuring out how to entertain myself on board. I have a bag of stuff I'll need at my seat and want within easy reach, then the stuff I'll need at some time during flight.
I haven't flown by myself for over 5 years and I'll be doing it twice this year. Now, of course, to include some stress to that I have to wonder who will be sitting next to me for 7 hours at a time and how annoying will they be? If it's someone who wants to gab nonstop I'll have to put on headphones and pretend I'm listening to music while I read, do crosswords or play my electronic solitaire game.
I still enjoy discovering new airports I've never been to. New shops!!
Flying used to be exciting. Now it's a way to get from one place to another. The excitement is the destination or the people I'll see, not the flight. It seems funny to remember a time when I used to get soooo excited about flying! Take off used to give me such a rush... when the plane speeds up on the runway very fast and you know it's about to lift off. Now that seems so childish. But then I had only flown maybe 3 times before I turned 40. I can't even count the number of flights I've taken now. I have become much better at packing and figuring out how to entertain myself on board. I have a bag of stuff I'll need at my seat and want within easy reach, then the stuff I'll need at some time during flight.
I haven't flown by myself for over 5 years and I'll be doing it twice this year. Now, of course, to include some stress to that I have to wonder who will be sitting next to me for 7 hours at a time and how annoying will they be? If it's someone who wants to gab nonstop I'll have to put on headphones and pretend I'm listening to music while I read, do crosswords or play my electronic solitaire game.
I still enjoy discovering new airports I've never been to. New shops!!
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