Um, i was just rereading that second javascript:alert in the post from earlier, and it sorta implies that Rabi and I intended to not have her sleep on the couch. Which was entirely not the case. Not at all. I promise.
by krisis
rabi
You have to love a family that takes both cooking and internet connections seriously. Meanwhile, sending Rabi and I cd shopping is such a bad idea. Of any cd that i was vaguely interested in but didn’t know anything about, she had pointers on +75% of them, and while this didn’t directly correlate to the amount of purchases i made in any way shape or form i maintain that i would have quit much earlier if i had just bought a few random things i knew nothing about to shut my wallet up. With her along i wound up making a huge list of everything i was looking for and buying roughly half of it.
The only worse idea i can possibly think of is sending Rabi, Amy and I all cd shopping. That would be… i don’t know… the Waterloo of one-day music purchases. Only with three extremely empty wallets instead of Napoleon losing. But, yeah, combined we bought just about 40 discs. Shopping list forthcoming…
Out of my entire family my grandmother was really the only person who read the Sunday paper with any kind of regularity. Whenever i would stay in her house i was absolutely guaranteed to wake up to find her at her thick kitchen table with the comics section all splayed out in front of her working on cryptics and things with the teevee blithely chirping weekend nonsense in the background.
I wasn’t one for waking up early and so i would always miss the sound of crawling through the paper… front page stories, local interest, past the ads neatly tucked in front of the funnies for just that reason. I only ever saw the aftermath.
Today i awoke to a quiet sort of rustling seeping through the sturdy door and it took me a moment to orient to just where i was before i realized someone was reading the paper in the kitchen. I didn’t want to bother them, so i just rolled over and took a nap.
I did not expect, among all of things i could have possibly been expecting, that i would see my breath when i stepped off of the plane. Honestly, it wasn’t anywhere on the list. One wing had a blue light and the other had a red one and when we descending from inside of the clouds down into fog it lit up the entire mess of it like two flavours of cotton candy on either side. I couldn’t see a thing until we weren’t even a few hundred feet from the ground, and then it was taxi taxi taxi to the bus that lead to the terminal and every time we were hustled off of one thing and into another i would breath my own little fog and then move on along.
Flight delays were on the list of expected things, but not flight delays literally as long as the flight itself. Not that i’m complaining about being in the airport for nearly four hours before leaving, i’m just remarking… otherwise, the airport was an airport, and flying was flying (except for the fact that we were in a tiny 36 seat saab with only 7 total passengers and a funny female pilot and it just felt a lot more secure than other flights i’ve been on – i don’t mean secure in the sense of national security and being worried and things like that, i just mean that i felt more comfortable than i do on bigger flights where i’m trying to distract myself the entire time).
Rabi was amusing and as effervescent through my incessant chattering as always, and she enthusiastically joined in my attempts to make the internet kiosk in the airport boot up. And now i’m in her house, after meeting and haltingly chatting with her parents and brother. Isn’t it funny that i’m in this middle of this huge stretch of hardly being able to relate to anyone and yet i’m in the middle of another state with this random (for all intents and purposes) girl in her dining room and i feel like everything is okay?
I definitely needed to get the heck out of Philly, that’s for darn sure.
Only i would start a freaking redesign mid-pack. My only excuse is that i was packed before Rabi, and she has to catch two trains while i only need to catch one.
See, if you rationalize enough you start to get good at it.