So, today, I feel old. And why shouldn’t I feel old? That’s what I am. I am not aging gracefully. Oh well. What can I do? It will be over sooner or later. Five people have died already this month at The Asylum.
Well, enough of that morbid shit. Ain’t dead yet.
A crowd was gathering for yet another musical performance when I returned from my afternoon walk.
What have I accomplished today? I made amends for a snide remark I made yesterday.
Gratitude
Grateful to AA for introducing me to the concept of making amends. Especially the prompt part. Thank you, Carlton.
Made a fine lunch for myself. And watched too many YouTube videos about my potential 20-hour plane ride from Honolulu to Tokyo on December 18.
That flight should be enough to scare anyone off. United staffs four pilots and a mechanic onboard. The mechanic even carries spare parts—including spare tires. And you’re not allowed to take pictures out the plane window at one of the stops.
Now doesn’t that sound like a great way to spend a day? And you have to continue on to Tokyo to get the really great price. Otherwise it’s stunningly expensive.
I’m pretty sure the plane will miss its Tokyo connection anyway. How can it possibly make a 45-minute transfer that includes customs? And how could a plane that makes 5 stops be on time? But it’s United’s ticket, and United’s problem.
My only problem will be my 81-year-old body. (No, I haven’t decided to actually do it. I just have a 14-day fare lock.)