The plane ride

I finished my first book on the way out here. Sputnik Sweetheart by Haruki Murakami, a Japanese author. It's a lonely kind of love story, right up my alley. Listen to this:

"Maybe in some distant place, everything is already, quietly, lost. Or at least there exists a silent place where everything can disappear, melting together in a single, overlapping figure. And as we live our lives we discover- drawing toward us the thin threads attached to each- what has been lost. I closed my eyes and tried to bring to mind as many beautiful lost things as I could. Drawing them closer, holding onto them. Knowing all the while that their lives are fleeting" (p. 207).

Cathy's been having allergies and was coughing on the plane. This worried me the health form we had to fill out asked if you were sitting next to anyone who was coughing... When our plane landed, people dressed in full gear- those paper suits doctors wear, gloves, booties and face masks- came on with a thermograph to check all of our temperatures. We passed the test and were given certificates to prove it. They also made masks until we left the airport. We rebelled and took them off as soon as we got off the plane.


Oh, and we did have cold noodles. They were ok.

Leaving

We're just pulling up to LAX and I have major butterflies. Cathy and I have been planning this trip since high school. Pat just said we're lucky because we have each other. He even paid for parking to walk is all the way in. I would've packed more if I had known we were gonna have help. Ha.


I am equipped with a new book, a charged iPod with a new Tom Petty collection, chocolate cake and Pirate's Booty. Wish with me and Cathy luck that they serve cold noodles on the plane. She says they are yummy.


Once we get on the plane, my phone will be off for 15 days. I'll have to remember what life was like before the crackberry.