Glancing at my watch for the umteenth time, I make a mental note to self, two hours left to go. Seems like an eternity. I am not easily bored, but now I silently curse myself for lacking the foresight to carry along some descent reading material. Once again I long for those colorful, interesting inflight magazines on Caribbean carriers. (GOSH!!! I never imagined I would miss LIAT or find something positive to say about that infamous "Leave Island Any Time" airline.)
I have labored through the pages of "UP" from cover to cover and found a couple articles which genuinely held my interest. Biased by a sense of patriotism, I linger awhile on an article entitled "Oceans Love Portion". The author related his search for one of St.Lucia's aphrodisiacs on a friday night in the village of Anse La Raye. Aunties seamoss reigned supreme. The lambi and osyters came in a close second. I still prefer Mr. Yard's lambi from Gros-Islet.
The damn magazine could have at least one cross-word or sudoku puzzle. With little option I focused on the television screen mounted on the back of the seat infront of me. At least I do not have to strain my neck and eyes to look at the images being beamed from a screen over my head. Since I have resisted the temptation to slide my credit card in the little slot and for a meagre 5.99 I could purchase a pay per view movie and a miserly $3.00 more would allow me to purchase the headphones required to hear the dialogue accompanying the scenes,I am left with a satellite GPRS map showing our current location on the globe. At 414 mph and an altitude of 37608 ft there is still no sign of Canada on the map. Once again I look at my watch. It is six o'clock, One hour forty-five minutes to go.
I peered out of the window and I am amazed by the clouds which appear like rugged, snow capped mountains with an interplay of light and shadows. I wish I could step out and walk into the abyss. At 37602 ft, there is no sign of the ocean below. I thought the horizon was the point at which the sky appears to meet the sea. Funny there is no sea but still a horizon and the sun beats down ferociously through the window.
The scene is calm and relaxing. The creator is really amazing. Now I understand the saying floating on cloud nine.
Enough of these ramblings. I will mentally do that kickboxing class I am currently missing. Jab uppercut, Jab uppercut, Jab Uppercut cross Kick.
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You're exercising like the Jetsons my girl. I could have sworn I read that you are not easily bored. Certainly change is the only constant in life.
ReplyDeleteI am definetly not easily bored. But spending so many precious hours in one's own company with little much to do over an extended period of time can affect even the daredevils among us.
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