the not very tall mountains call me home
Sep. 25th, 2006 08:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
threeplusfireFirst before I forget, my thanks to everyone who offered their condolences about my kitty. She was a well loved creature, and had a happy life in my mother's home. That broken shoulder healed well, and she never even showed a limp. My mother buried her in the yard, and we both hope no one ever has to dig up that yard because we have quite a pet cemetary at this point.
Anyhow, I'm back home now. Flying is not a glamour filled experience, especially not in the age of Orange Level Fear. My flights were both delayed by about an hour, and that's frustrating after getting up so early in the morning. I also find it crazy the number of people flying around with very small children who like to scream and shit themselves. I think I would feel more sympathy for these parents if they made an effort not to let their numerous offspring treat the airport and plane as their own private jungle gym. It's really not okay to allow your child to behave like a wild monkey in a public place such as the airport. My parents would have strangled me before putting up with the crap I saw people turn a blind eye on today.
All that aside it is a good feeling to see the city appear under the thin clouds, wrapped in the band of the river. It's so beautiful here, and I feel it in my bones. Tyler took me to Kerbey for queso and migas and endless iced tea. Happiness. I also have so much mail!! Including a letter from Elisa with some cool and thoughtful things, and my Wearable Sculpture stuff that is so beautiful.
Yesterday I saw more crazy things than I can document at the moment and finally met an old LJ friend. More updates when I'm not jet lagged and wasted. I haven't read my friend's list closely this past week, so if something important came up comment here.
Anyhow, I'm back home now. Flying is not a glamour filled experience, especially not in the age of Orange Level Fear. My flights were both delayed by about an hour, and that's frustrating after getting up so early in the morning. I also find it crazy the number of people flying around with very small children who like to scream and shit themselves. I think I would feel more sympathy for these parents if they made an effort not to let their numerous offspring treat the airport and plane as their own private jungle gym. It's really not okay to allow your child to behave like a wild monkey in a public place such as the airport. My parents would have strangled me before putting up with the crap I saw people turn a blind eye on today.
All that aside it is a good feeling to see the city appear under the thin clouds, wrapped in the band of the river. It's so beautiful here, and I feel it in my bones. Tyler took me to Kerbey for queso and migas and endless iced tea. Happiness. I also have so much mail!! Including a letter from Elisa with some cool and thoughtful things, and my Wearable Sculpture stuff that is so beautiful.
Yesterday I saw more crazy things than I can document at the moment and finally met an old LJ friend. More updates when I'm not jet lagged and wasted. I haven't read my friend's list closely this past week, so if something important came up comment here.
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Date: 2006-09-26 01:41 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-09-26 03:20 am (UTC)When Star, my dog from 4th grade to UT, passed away the two things I remember most are my cousin with Down's Syndrome giving me a hug when my family wondered if he understood, (he did.) And my 3 year old niece who brought up the subject by looking me in the eyes with this "sad" look and said, "Your dog used to be alive and now she is NOT." Then she pat my arm and ran away to play with Barbies. It threw me so off gaurd I laughed.
Hugs. I know it's hard.
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Date: 2006-09-26 04:15 am (UTC)Nothing exciting around my way, but I wanted to drop a line and comment that I'm glad that you have (finally, it seems like) taken some time for yourself and that you enjoyed your trip.
Incidentally, I haven't forgotten about PhotoCubeOfDoom... I'm waiting for the leaves to start turning (a few weeks off from peak season) so I can get some good photos of a North Carolinian Autumn for you. (Or maybe if we get an early snow... Nah, not till late November at earliest... I'll stick with big trees and foliage and creeks nestled inbetween 120-year-old buildings.)
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Date: 2006-09-26 06:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-26 06:49 am (UTC)I think too many parents gave up 'expecting' anything from their children in the way of good behaviour a long time ago. Like when they realised it was difficult (it is) & people appeared more bothered by their attempts to check their children in public than by the kids actual behaviour. We're on to the second generation at least now.
BTW - ours were expected to behave in a civilised fashion. They still do, usually. In fact our daughter now reckons I'm most likely to be the disruptive one (unless she's had too much to drink)
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Date: 2006-09-26 01:00 pm (UTC)Welcome home.
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Date: 2006-09-26 02:51 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-09-26 04:48 pm (UTC)Think it may be something to do with the 'personal liberties' thing, aka Rampant Individualism - expressed as "You can't tell me what to do, so there!" (swear words optional, usually gratuitous)
That &, over here at least, opinion formers have been working so hard, since the sixties almost, to produce a value-free society that now there is no common idea of 'Acceptable' or 'Unacceptable'. Just how I/we do things here.
Not that I would ever dream of advocating a fully regimented, totally enforced comformist society - but, as you say, Sheesh!