Twenty-five minutes after sitting down in 11D, I tug my mask down to sip hot coffee and say to the man seated next to me: “Just so you know, I’m fully vaccinated.”
He replies, “So am I.”
That’s it. Sum total of our exchange. Perfect!
Behind us two former strangers are going on and on (as extroverts do). Lived on the Cape but used to live in Boulder. Red Rocks. Acoustics. Concerts they’ve been to. Concerts they’re going to. Restaurant recommendations. Weather in Wellfleet. Daughters siblings aspirations.
Gratitude of the moment: thank Christ I’m sitting in 11D and not 12D!
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Once on the ground in California, I get a text from husband. Have I landed in LA yet?
“A man wearing flip flops just skateboarded past me, so yeah.” That was IN the terminal, PS.
There are HEdGES of rosemary in Los Angeles! I clipped one out front of my brother’s and brought in two bouquets. Hard to believe that in Massachusetts we can pay $2.99 for three small sprigs.
As I type my hands are redolent with the oils. A nice way to begin the day.