on the way

The alarm went off at five AM as usual and we got up just as usual and DH (the hero) went off to work as usual. At 6AM I stepped outside to take a picture of the sunrise, then trundled back to my household spinning. Laundry, litterboxes, dishes, and half a day was gone, DH was home, and we got up and got going. I would post a picture, but it won't upload.

So we're in the airport, through the xray machines, settled in the waiting area, and my carry-on luggage starts rocking and grunting. I kicked it and hissed, "Knock it off!" Bobby groaned, "Bucky keeps farting. Geeze. Can you just open the top a little bit so I can get some air?" Bucky just laughed.

Usually sheep farts aren't all that bad, but when I opened the bag, I realized that Bucky had gotten into the garlic somewhere. The methane content was dangerous! What is it with guys that they take such pride in the potency of their effluvium? Ewww! I have a picture of the Bah boys, stuffed into a corner of the carryon, but it won't upload for me either. Wonder if the network security won't let it load?

Anyhow, we soon will get on the first of three airplanes and 27 hours of flight before arriving in Sydney at 9pm on Thursday. Twenty four hours from now we will be leaving Hong Kong. I am atwitter with anticipation.

I am one of those people who will talk to anyone. I have already had a lengthy conversation with a young man who is on his way to Vancouver BC to sell a machiine that makes water from the air. He had three beers while he sat and talked to me. He grew visbly more intoxicated as we chatted. Hope he feels OK when he lands. All those beer bubbles can be very uncomfortable under cabin pressure.

He was replaced by a nice lady who was enroute from San Diego where she had been taking care of her pregnant daughter, back home to her husband in Spokane. She used to be a stewardess back when airliners had propellers. I couldn't get her to talk about it though. She only wanted to talk about her grandson and the coming baby. Grandbabyies aren't that rare. Vintage stewardesses Are.

Almost time to get on the plane. Bye!