Fear of Flying II
It sounds so easy now, like something that should have happend a long time ago. But it didn't happen until just the other day, when I was in a plane coming home from Puerto Rico. Something that Kathleen and I had talked about while watching a movie in the hotel room after dinner sank in. Deeply.
You want to know how deeply? When the plane to New York ran into some turbulence, I talked myself into believing, for the very first time, that neither the crew members nor my fellow passengers were, as I had hitherto believed (ah, paranoia), concealing their certain knowledge of impending disaster just to protect me. They were not being enorously brave. They were simply sitting on a bumpy flight reading magazines and eating dinner. Their investment in protecting me from the inevitablility of disaster was nil.
My fear of flying - what an embarrassment!
Comments
It's a pleasure to fly with RJ now that I'm not frequently interrupted by his "grip of death"on my arm during almost imperceptible turbulence.
Posted by: Kathleen | December 9, 2004 02:02 PM
You're thinking of flying with him again? I thought the piece de resistance for Xmas was Grande Barbeque de Boeuf RJ. I will gladly supply the cooker.........
PPOQ
Posted by: PPOQ | December 9, 2004 02:40 PM
What PPOQ meant was Moi in a deep frier meant for turkeys, of the sort that UL has pronounced very unsafe. I see now that the man (PPOQ meditates injury to my wife! I must now seek him out and duel him to death! No?
Posted by: R J Keefe | December 10, 2004 02:18 AM
No. I never meant that Kathleen would oversee the cooking of, shall we say, your goose? It would be MOI, braving an unsafe cooker. And, pray tell, would you be fit enough to duel me with? CD boxes?
Recipes?
Posted by: PPOQ | December 10, 2004 01:12 PM