Just arrived in San Francisco after a “harrowing” plane trip. Actually the harrowing part is in the airport when the plane I am to board turns out to be a tad bigger than an SUV. I’m not scared of flying EXCEPT in small planes (Probably some neurotic thinking that if the plane crashes I have lots of company).
Arriving early I have ample time to nervously watch the teeny tiny plane I going to board.
Once boarded I bury my head in The GIANT $1.00 book of EASY Crossword puzzles and polish them off at a rate that is in keeping with my beating heart.
(Actually it was good for my beating heart since for the last week I’ve had severe arrhythmia and light headedness due to a medication. But I digress, that’s another story) . . .
. . . my harrowing plane flight shocks my heart into a regular, if not rapid, pattern. After an hour flight we land safely, ahead of schedule, and sit on the tarmac for 35 minutes waiting for gate clearance. I rather enjoy the wait because all wheels are now on solid ground.
Why am I here? My friend and colleague Daru (yes, THE Daru-of-my-other-out-of-town-adventures) are presenting at the International Imagery Conference. Today we spent the day putting together . . . er polishing . . .our presentation (wouldn’t want the conference organizers to think we are not prepared).
We took a walk for lunch to the Brain-Wash Cafe. How cool is that?!!!!!! A combined laundromat and cafe!!!!!!! If we had known about it we would have saved some of our dirty laundry. But I digress,
that’s another story . . .