In a haze...
Apr. 18th, 2001 10:49 amYesterday morning went by in a blur once I left the house. Once at the store, I did two reports at near-light speed...if I'm lucky, I made no mistakes. I then reviewed a bunch of notes that I'd made with Galina, Lee, and Rena (the new bookkeeper).
Finally, Galina and I got on the road to Durango and the pace of the day slowed considerably. Galina and I had a leisurely hot dog at the airport, we parted, then I ran back like a crazy person to return the keys to Shannon's car (neat trick, as Galina had by this time driven the car to the parking lot exit, if anyone reading this was there, the idiot yelling "GALINA!!!" outside the terminal at the top of his lungs was me).
The flight to Denver was uneventful, and calming. I love looking at snow-capped mountains. From the ground or from the air, it doesn't matter, I can't get enough of them. Once in Denver, I made my connection to Houston and slept most of the way down.
I landed at IAH (Bush Intercontinental), which is on the other end of town from where I'm staying. I stopped on the way to buy some victuals, and once home, had a salad.
I unwound by watching Sands of Iwo Jima. I must have seen the film a couple of hundred times when I was a kid, and it is not unlikely that it influenced my choice of service when the time came to enlist. I hadn't seen the film in a couple of years, and last night it seemed as if I was watching it with a whole new set of eyes. I don't know what it was that struck me, but emotionally, I was much more engaged.
Anyway...daylight's burning, and I've got to get to the bank and do a bunch of errands, including a couple for Galina.
Cheers...
Finally, Galina and I got on the road to Durango and the pace of the day slowed considerably. Galina and I had a leisurely hot dog at the airport, we parted, then I ran back like a crazy person to return the keys to Shannon's car (neat trick, as Galina had by this time driven the car to the parking lot exit, if anyone reading this was there, the idiot yelling "GALINA!!!" outside the terminal at the top of his lungs was me).
The flight to Denver was uneventful, and calming. I love looking at snow-capped mountains. From the ground or from the air, it doesn't matter, I can't get enough of them. Once in Denver, I made my connection to Houston and slept most of the way down.
I landed at IAH (Bush Intercontinental), which is on the other end of town from where I'm staying. I stopped on the way to buy some victuals, and once home, had a salad.
I unwound by watching Sands of Iwo Jima. I must have seen the film a couple of hundred times when I was a kid, and it is not unlikely that it influenced my choice of service when the time came to enlist. I hadn't seen the film in a couple of years, and last night it seemed as if I was watching it with a whole new set of eyes. I don't know what it was that struck me, but emotionally, I was much more engaged.
Anyway...daylight's burning, and I've got to get to the bank and do a bunch of errands, including a couple for Galina.
Cheers...