Showing posts with label people. Show all posts
Showing posts with label people. Show all posts

Saturday, November 9, 2013

I’m Your Captain

I'm your captain, I'm your captain,
Can you hear me, can you hear me,
Or am I all alone.

“On behalf of the flight crew, let me welcome you aboard Southwest Flight 1647 to Midland-Odessa. We apologize for the delay and hope to make up some time in the air. We should touch down in Midland around 9:43 local time, depending on the weather. Again, we apologize for the delay…”

As it turned out I was over four hours early for my flight. Luckily a very nice attendant offered to keep my suitcase behind the counter because I was so ahead of schedule I wasn’t even allowed to check my luggage! I’m used to waiting at the airport, which if you know me is a common occurrence if flying and I are involved. The flights to our part of Texas are few and far between. But if it’s not the timing, it’s the airline. So I wait. Some airports aren’t as bad as others. This time I have some knitting with me. And I like to people watch so it will be a productive wait at least!

My phone battery is almost dead so I found a chair with the plug underneath it. Dallas Love Field has recently remodeled so there are a few more of these chairs available than there used to be. A man, a pilot I think, because he’s wearing a uniform that could pass for such, and a young girl take the two seats beside me. She has a large pink purse with a silver skull on it. She’s entertained by her phone the whole time. She would giggle and sometimes show him the screen. The man doesn’t look very old, late 30s to mid-40s, probably. I think she’s his daughter.

He goes to the counter for a while and she and I sit beside each other, each stealing glances at the other. When he came back they left. I saw them again later, he sans uniform and she still with the pink bag. They sit opposite me at the far end of the aisle. They sit very close and then I notice they have wedding rings on. She was his wife.

A man with thick glasses is sitting at the end of the row. He’s has a newspaper and he’s skimming it while he watches my hands as I knit. He has his telephone and makes a call while he continues watching my fingers. Finally he asks what I’m making. I told him it was a scarf for a friend. He said it was very pretty. Men don’t usually ask. I think he really wanted to chat but another man sat down in the chair between us and he went back to his paper.

There was a young professional, impeccably dressed in a grey business suit, white starched shirt and pink tie with little grey dots on it. He sat across from me. He was very serious and made eye contact with no one. He opened his carry on, removed some very bright athletic shoes and took his dress shoes off. He removed wooden shoe stretchers from the athletic shoes and placed them in his dress shoes. He then placed each shoe in a felted shoe bag and placed them in his suitcase. He put the athletic shoes on and tied them. Then he stood, flexed his legs, and untied his necktie. He sat back down, opened his suitcase again and took out a flat case. He opened the case and balanced it on one leg while he painstakingly folded the necktie. He then placed it inside, secured it with a small strap, folded the case and put it back with his other belongings. He stood, gathered his possessions and prepared to leave. He never took off his jacket or unbuttoned the top button of his starched shirt.
The shoes...

Finally it was boarding time. The short flight was smooth and the pilots made up the time for their part of the delay. It was late, and I was concentrating retrieving my luggage so I could make the seemingly mile walk to my car at the work parking lot. At the luggage carousel I heard someone call my name. I turned and there were four of my coworkers. One asked if I had been on that plane. Yes, I said. We commented how we had not seen each other. Across the way were two more coworkers. They had also been on the plane and none of us had seen any of those we weren’t immediately with. They all were seated before I boarded. I thought about people watching. I must not pay as much attention as I supposed. Look at what I missed.

I'm getting closer to my home ...
I'm getting closer to my home ...

I’ve finished the scarf I was working on and it’s blocking. I’ll show more pictures later.
Scarf blocking

Also, I finished one of my favorite patterns, a little scarf/shawl. This happened to be purple and goldish yellow and I had a furry yarn to bind off with that matched it exactly. I did this on my first one by accident but since then I’ve thought it fun to add that little touch.
The edging matched perfectly!
Shawl/scarf...my favorite go to pattern .

I’ve started a Gap-tastic cowl. It’s coming along pretty fast. I have a long road trip coming up and thought it would be great travel knitting.
Gap-tastic 3

If you return me, to my home port,
I will kiss you mother earth.
I'm your captain, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Saturday, July 23, 2011

With a Little Help from My Friends…

What would you do if I sang out of tune,
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song
And I'll try not to sing out of key...

We all need friends. Most of us have some, if not many. And really, it’s not how many friends you have, but the kind of friends you keep that make you happy or not. We make friends, lose friends and hold on to some in our lives for many years. And there are still others yet to be met.

There’s something to that saying, “It takes all kinds.” I think the different friends, (sometimes acquaintance is a better word), I have, all help bring out a special part of me. I have friends that don’t criticize when I sing out of tune. I have friends that would leave the room at the thought of me singing. I have friends I joke with. I have friends that I could only be serious with and others with whom I wouldn’t share a thing. I have friends I can get silly and giggle with, never feeling self conscious. I have friends I can drink with and others that I’d never even consider in that sphere. I hear one friend's problems and give her advice then turn around and listen to another advising me. I’m polite and serious with some and loud and raunchy with others. I’ve grown closer to some and sometimes, sadly, drifted away from others. I have friends I can call or text anytime and others whose numbers I don’t even have. I have friends who take me at my word and others who think nothing of using my words against me. I have friends who make me sad and some who make me glad. I have friends who make me mad. I even have some who can make me bad! I have those who think they know me and some who only knew me when. The important thing is I have friends, even when I think there is nobody around that cares.

I read something in an email the other day about all the kinds of friends people have. In fact that’s what inspired this post to some extent. The message also said Dr. Oz calls friends Vitamin F (for friends) and counts the benefits of friends adding to our overall health and well being. I thought that was kind of cool until I googled Vitamin F and found out it that it’s really essential fatty acids. Somehow I doubt that my friends would want me calling them essential fatty acids! But with essential being the key word, I can see how the two could be compared.

Life is about experiencing people, from all walks. I’m realizing that I need to appreciate the people in my life and take nobody for granted. Those are the people who care about me. And on the days when I think it just doesn’t matter anymore I’ll think about a friend and it will all be okay.

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends.
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends.
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends...

Knitting? I almost always have some with me. I really like to start things. Finishing? I think this picture sums it up!
No, I get by with a little help from my friends.
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends.
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends...