Friday, December 28, 2007
A storm is brewing
I'm not a fan of flying. It's not that I'm afraid of the actual flight, but rather the annoyances that come with it. First, I'm always afraid I'm going to be told that I'm too fat for one seat. Secondly, there's the whole getting to the airport on time, changing planes with short layovers in unfamiliar airports, etc. And then there's the quick decision making when you have to buy a ticket last minute online. I hate those cheap ticket websites! They all make it seem like you're getting a good deal but when you get ready to make your purchase, you realize they're listing the one way prices only, pre-tax. Or how about looking at prices in morning and checking back in that evening when you have the money and the prices have dramatically raised?
To top it off, I keep hearing stories of family members fighting over another not-yet deceased family members items and how they feel entitled to something, just because they're the child of the terminally ill person. More stories of redneck behavior, screaming children, funeral talk, headstone decisions, casket transportation...well, it's just about all I can take. If it wasn't for the fact that I'll be saying goodbye to someone for the last time, I wouldn't go. I just wish these people would grow up and stop thinking so selfishly.
I finally commited to a flight into Oregon and back. The fact we'll be taking a turboprop has disturbed Apollo but he's in for a big surprise when he see's the Eugene airport!
I just hope I can spend some good quality time with my Grandpa before he leaves us. The flight, the struggle, it will be worth it.