Yesterday's plane ride was a lesson in self control.
I maintained a calm and serene composure while wringing the life from the book in my hands as the plane forced its way through the overcast skies.
Being above the clouds, especially gray, storm clouds makes for nerve wracking, eye twitching, foot jiggling, deep breathing, despair. Especially when you know you have absolutely no control over anything that may happen while you are aboard the plane hurtling through the sky.
You just close your eyes, say a prayer and endure it.
You can't stop the babies from crying, the nervous hens from clucking endlessly inane conversations surrounding you or the too tall sullen teenager from pushing his knees into the back of your seat.
It used to be so classy and elegant to fly- the stewardesses wore snappy outfits while serving complimentary cocktails to passengers excited by traveling to a new city.
Now it's like the war torn, weary frequent fliers and folks on vacation dressed in their most casual (one girl was in her bikini top and micro mini jean skirt- ready for the beach) feeling relieved to have made it through the security checkpoints without any physical scrutiny of their personal space and happy to be glued to their i phones or paperbacks.
Planes have gotten smaller too, with everyone turning sideways to walk down the isle for fear of tearing someones arm off and sitting for 2 hours with your elbows tucked in to your sides or crossed over yourself isn't comfortable or luxurious.
Unfortunately, we didn't have our fabulously funny steward named Bob to entertain us or keep us calm as we pitched and rocked in the air.
As we neared Tampa you could feel the humidity increasing and see the ground below, so green and tropical as the clouds parted momentarily before the rain made visibility impossible.
Finally we landed and everyone sighed as they began to unlock their seat belts and reach for luggage and bags stored above.
We don't have wings and as unnatural and as exhilarating as it can be to fly it still feels wrong somehow. It has been so long since I've flown, it may be a long time again, but then again, you never know what opportunity you may have.
I'd like to celebrate my return to sunny (not today- thunder and lightning and rain all day) Sarasota with a charming cupcake recipe from Martha Stewart
I wish you all a lovely day...
I'll be on the couch, resting and regrouping - I'm exhausted!
That's what vacations do- they make you travel far away and wear you out until you crawl home and wish you could sleep for a 100 years!
Love and happy Naptime,