Yes, only 4 days after we returned home from vacation, I hopped on a plane and headed to a work conference in Michigan.
And for the worst landing of an airplane I can ever remember. It was a horrible thunder storm in Detroit (indeed, many of my colleague also flying Northwest still cannot make it to the conference because of the cancelled flights!). And let me tell you, except for the happy ending of not crashing, that was the scariest landing in a storm, or even ever, that I've had! Roll to the right, shake, shake, shake; roll to the left, shake, shake, shake, roll to the right, shake, shake, shake. Tuck head between seatmate's shoulder and seat, whimper, whimper, whimper.
Some dude out there is still thinking who was that curly haired wimp busting in on my seat territory right when we all thought we were about to die?!
Notwithstanding, the conference is excellent and by far one of the best ones I've been to in a while. I am a very interdisciplinary researcher and I'm finally surrounded by all the other folks doing my sort of research. (that's not as common as you'd think it would be)
And I do miss my boys. Though, I admit, sleeping single in a king size bed....diagonally....has its positive points!
And leisurely going for a run, having breakfast, getting dressed and blogging instead of chasing a little one around the house to get dressed, again, has its appeal.
Still can't wait to get back. I do miss my snickerdoodle and my snuggle muffin. (Now go retch; it's appropriate!)
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Ah, yes, flights. Two simple flights to get us home turned into three days of airports and too many cancelled and missed flights to count. Last night we slept on the floor of the baggage claim at LaGuardia, and New York wasn't even on our itinerary. I am just glad we didn't fly through any of the storms ourselves, since I've turned into a real turbulance wimp myself. I always look at the flight crew. If they are still serving drinks then everything must be normal and okay. And the wings are supposed to bounce independently from the body of the plane. Right?
Once upon a time in my younger days I regularly took international flights. On one (thankfully) occasion the plane hit an air pocket. Well lemme tell you, we were in free fall for at least 10 seconds. Everything not tied down was up in the air. Fortunately the meal was long over. I honestly thought "this is it". After that, flapping wings don't do it for me.
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