I haven't been writing much lately. But that doesn't mean there's been nothing to talk about. Today, however, was the day that primed the pump. Since I last posted, I've been across the country twice, witnessed a good friend's wedding (and played piano in the ceremony), camped in Yellowstone, Lake Macbride and a park while at various times witnessing my first fireflies and mid-west lightning storms, and subsequently visited Niagara falls, my sister in Albany and the Jersey shore with Briana. None of that warranted a peep.
But the flight(s) to Dutch Harbor yesterday and today is worth talking about. And not even the flights themselves really. Just one person with a peculiar nack for irritation. Even the thunder in Iowa didn't make me want to jump out of my skin like this dizzy dame's yacking.
There's really not much to say, apart from the fact that it was more annoying and therefore worth mentioning than any of that other stuff was noteworthy in a positive sense. I reckognized her at the airport in Seattle as a woman on the boat the last time I was here. I said hi and she waved all dramatically and it was fine. And she was yacking on the phone, but no biggie. We're headed out to sea and so we gotta yack when we can.
But then on the charter flight from Anchorage to some way point she was making these odd and alarming sounds. The first time I heard it, I assumed there was a violent bit of turbulence that I missed. Then, by the time I registered that I was on the same plane and nothing was out of the ordinary I figured someone was maybe tickling her.
It just kept coming at these intervals this outlandish behavior. It sounded like she was watching Jerry Springer or talking to her sister. Or something more extreme on either end of the spectrum. It occured to me that there was literally zero chance she was interacting with anyone. Everyone was sleeping-to the extent that they could-and we were on a fifteen seat charter, not an Airbus 330. Soooooo.....ya. She was screeching about pictures she'd no doubt seen countless times on her ipad. Loud enough to not only be heard, but irritatingly so over the deafening throb of the propellers.
I'm not gonna sit here and tell you she's Philipina, but she totally is. Just had that odd cultural divide between us where there was no clear social norm allowing or disallowing intolerable screeching. Wish I could put it more clearly or eloquently, but I honestly can't. Sorry.
Oh, it's been a while since I've done a movie review. Saw Star Trek: Into Darkness. Not bad guys. Not bad.