I have never been good at math, and certainly cannot explain the principles (sp?) of physics. I can divide whole numbers without the help of an electronic device, as long as they are equally divisible. Fractions and I have no need to be friends. I mention this lack of numeric temerity because (after the last two flights I have been on and many of the last flights of the past twelve months) I do not understand how airplanes (heavier than air) can fly, how they can get pointed from one place to another, actually find their ways there (sometimes in the dark) and become earthbound again with BOTH of the wings intact. The last two flights have been so turbulent that I can only believe that they are marvels of engineering and flexibility. I was in THE LAST ROW of the plane this afternoon, and I think the bumps and bippies may become exaggerated by the time they reach the end of the plane. Once he had a chance, the guy sitting next to me consumed THREE little bottles of Tito's Handmade Vodka in rapid succession and continued to wail and flog his arms around as we pitched and rolled. For once that screaming sound you heard was not coming from me but my seat mate (who very selfishly chose not to trade my middle seat for his aisle seat). Karma.
Tomorrow I will (maybe) post a couple other photos from today's romp, but for now, it is time to go to bed.
Deeds, Actions, Changes, TURBULENCE, Kindnesses, Whirled Peas, FUN!
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