Monday Smiles – Airborne Edition
I am flyng again. At the moment, the interactive map on the video screen at my seat tells me I am over Juarez, New Mexico. I am bound to the Dallas/Fort Worth Airport, hoping to catch a tight connection to Huntville AL for a two day business meeting. It looks like I land in one terminal and depart from another, so I may have some running through the airport to do. Truth: at my age, it will be fast walking, especially with my computer bag over my shoulder. I’m on the aisle in the 13th row, not First Class but not the worst seat on the plane either. Most of the passengers are reading or playing whatever on their assorted electronic devices, which is good … no loud talkers. The only annoyance is the very large guy in front of me who keeps shifting in his seat and pushing against the backrest so hard that he almost spills my Diet Coke. Me? I’m writing and listening to my jazz playlist in shuffle mode … Keiko Matsui Walls of Akendora, at the moment. The Captain just said, We are beginning our descent into Dallas/Fort Worth Airport. Please return to your seats and be sure your seatbelts are fastened, which means 40 more minutes in the air. He says there are storms in the area so the descent could be bumpy.
I used to travel once or twice a month and I liked being in touch with my professional community. I enjoyed working on teams addressing real technical problems and I enjoyed giving presentations on our work. These days, the work is still interesting but I don’t need to be a shaker and a mover anymore. It makes my bones rattle and my joints hurt. But here I am at 34,000 feet, listening to the music I love, posting on my blog. I’ll text Muri when I land and hook up with my colleagues for the flight to Huntsville. We’ll finally get to see what our customer thinks of our work. If I had my druthers, I would be at home. As my wife Muri and I have grown older, we like to be in shouting distance of each other, not that we do much shouting. We do occasionally text each other from or respective enclaves, hers the love seat in our bedroom and me in my recliner downstairs. Yes, I’d rather be doing that. But for a couple days I can pretend to move and shake like I used to. I can even smile about it. It is, after all, Monday.