My heart wasn’t in it today. I know I need to push through it, and write even on the days when it’s tough.
But my daughter wanted to reorganize her doll’s closet. I had some idea that I thought would work, so I saw them through.
I’ll try writing tomorrow.
Flying on a plane sucks. It’s not fun anymore, and is more akin to being crammed on a busy bus. It is the necessary evil for vacationing which makes it a chore to accomplish, rather than part of the fun.
But who I really feel bad for is my daughter. She lives in this age of airline hassle. Some of it might be needed, like the security checks, but most of it is just an inconvenience.
We tell her about how there used to be space on the plane. And that people could meet you at the gate when you arrived. Her great grandmother used to go to the airport and just watch people at the terminal because you could just show up and walk around without a ticket.
I know things change and old people, like me, always think things were better in the past. But in this instance, I do fault the airlines for putting profits, and the theory of seeing how far they can push us with nickel and dime inconveniences with ruining the joy of air travel.
I was 35 years old when I learned that the soundtrack to one of my all time favorite movies, Raising Arizonia, was based off the music of Pete Seeger.
