J.P.

Sassy.

So we are now sitting on flight 740 en route from New Orleans to Dulles in Washington, D.C. So far the flight is smooth, the company is good and more importantly, the flight attendants are sassy. Unfortunately I did not get the name of the flight attendant that has thus far kicked a lavatory maintenance panel shut for me. She’s very happy and upbeat about her job and quite frankly this is a good thing. More people should be like her, including me. A good attitude with a bit of sass is a great contribution to the world.

Earl is watching the television presentation but not listening to it. I see Mark Harmon and Jamie Lee Curtis. I’m sure that Jamie Lee is a nice woman in person, she seems a bit sassy herself, but just the sight of her makes my stomach rumble. The only yogurt available one morning at one of our hotels was Activia and by midday I was screaming obscenities on Interstate 10 somewhere in Louisiana. This was probably alarming for someone within a 1/2 mile of my scream, because that stuff that Jamie Lee Curtis pitches makes my tummy roll.

I’d rather talk about sass than ass, quite frankly.

The plane just slowed down considerably and it feels like we are descending already. We are not scheduled to land for another hour but someone said we are going to be 30 minutes early. This will make the hike between terminals less stressful.

MSY

So Earl and I are sitting at MSY, the New Orleans International Airport. Our flight isn’t until 5:36 p.m. Central, but we are here a few hours early because we needed to check out of the hotel and we didn’t want to feel rushed getting through security and the like.

This is Earl’s first experience with using Passbook on his iPhone for his mobile boarding pass. In an effort to show him how easy it was to do, I went first and promptly scanned his boarding pass from my phone, causing a considerable amount of confusion. Apparently the United app downloaded all boarding passes attached to my reservation instead of mine and I didn’t notice this. What a hoot! If you ever want to get thrown down by some women and men in the TSA, set off some alarms, make lights flash, having women gasp in horror and ultimately have a gun pointed at your head, just try scanning someone else’s boarding pass with your picture ID.

I jest.

The truth of the matter is, Loretta the TSA person who was very friendly put on her serious face when the boarding pass and the picture ID did not match. Really serious. Like “I’m gowna kick ya in the ass” serious. Once I bumbled my way through Passbook and found the right boarding pass and ultimately received a green light from the scanning machine, Loretta per her happy face back on and said, “Y’all have a good day.” After I apologized for the confusion she said, “no problem, dawling, I just couldn’t figure out how y’all got his boarding pass.”

“We’re married.”

She didn’t say anything after that, but a kind of surreal aspect of this whole incident is that George Segal, from “Just Shoot Me” and “Retired At 35”, watched the whole incident and chuckled. I smiled weakly in his direction.

The folks at the New Orleans International Airport are taking great pains to remodel their terminal area for the comfort of their passengers. The kicker of all this is that there’s not enough chairs in the dining area for all the people that want to dine. Luckily, I left Earl in charge of seating whilst I fetched the food. When I returned with our healthy choices I didn’t see anyone crying, so I knew I didn’t have to ask questions.

I haven’t blogged nearly as much as I planned to this vacation because Earl and I were busy having a good time. The weather in both Houston and New Orleans was absolutely gorgeous. This must be my first time ever traveling in December because hearing Christmas music blaring while looking at palm trees and enjoying 80 degree temperatures was messing with my head a little bit. The weather was quite enjoyable but it doesn’t feel like Christmas to me. That’s okay. Rumor has it that our home has been decorated festively. Something to look forward to when we arrive tonight.

Many of my updates have gone to Facebook, Twitter and Google+ this trip. I didn’t want to be one of those ones that falls victim to replacing a thought out blog entry with little bursts of prose through the microblogging services, but sometimes one needs to step away from long amounts of technology when they’re on vacation, especially when you use technology on a second by second basis both in your personal and professional existence.

Because Earl and I vacationed in both Houston and New Orleans, and because the vibes of the city are very different from each other, we feel like we have had two vacations in one and I’m very happy with the decision to do this. I’m not a partier like I used to be so Bourbon Street felt a little overwhelming at times, but for the most part my head is in a good place and I’m ready to tackle on the year-end tasks in my career and bring on 2013 (Mayan Prophecies willing, of course).

And to think we have one more day of this weekend before going back to work. I have to keep reminding myself that it’s only Saturday.

Friendly.

My grandparents on the country side of the family did a lot of traveling, especially during their retirement years. For the most part they confined their travels to the lower 48 states. Both often remarked that folks seemed “mean as hell” (as my grandfather put it) in Central New York.

I think that man was right.

I don’t know if it’s because the folks in Central New York have up to six months of snowy weather to look forward to each year or if the sun doesn’t shine enough or what, but whenever Earl and I travel elsewhere in the U.S. we always remark that people seem friendlier than they do at home. We are finding this to be very true here in the Houston area.

I just went for a walk around downtown because quite frankly, the confines of the hotel fitness center intimidates me a little bit. As I walked around at a brisk pace, about 80% of the folks nodded or said hello in my direction. People were smiling. People seemed relaxed. It feels like a friendly place here. I have to remember to let my guard down just a little bit so that I reciprocate the friendly gesture. It feels good to smile. I need to remember to do it more.

I think my country grandparents were right with their assessment of the friendliness of folks outside of our home territory. Perhaps I’ll bring some of the good nature home with me and try spreading around a bit and see if it makes a difference.

Houston, Texas.

So Earl and I landed at Houston Airport yesterday morning 45 minutes ahead of schedule. Since it was still morningtime, we couldn’t check into the hotel until 3:00 p.m., so we decided to head up to an area north of Houston called “The Woodlands”. This is a planned community that has a lot of retail and other stuff going on. We walked the mall (which was like most malls) and then went across the main street to what they call Market Street. This area had the same kind of vibe as Main Street of Walt Disney World’s Magic Kingdom; very clean and modern and not entirely what it seemed to be. Nevertheless, shopping was enjoyable and I picked up a few things needed for the trip. We also enjoyed a beverage at Starbucks with our online friend Jay. He was very nice in a person.

Last night Earl and I explored Downtown Houston a bit, which doesn’t really have a lot going on outside of banker’s hours, apparently. It was still enjoyable though, and we walked to the festivities near the convention center, where there were people ice skating (despite 75F weather) and beautiful holiday decorations that put me in the holiday spirit.

Holiday Spirit.

Today Earl and I drove to the Battleship TEXAS. The tour is self-guided so we checked out many of the nooks and crannies of this massive ship that saw action during both World War I and II.

Battleship TEXAS

From there we headed to the San Jacinto Monument, which is 12 feet taller than the Washington Monument. Built in 1936, I LOVED the architecture of this monument.

San Jacinto Monument from Battleship TEXAS

The elevator ride was acceptable because you could see the emergency stairs through a little window in the car, which assured that you were actually moving. I like knowing what’s going on.

After the visit to the battleship and the monument we headed down to the coast to the Kemah Boardwalk, where we had a delightful lunch and a nice walk and then we were on to Galveston, where we watched surfers play in the gulf.

It has been a most excellent, relaxing day. I’ve been chatting more about it on Facebook and Instagram, be sure to check out all the photos there.

Flight 4799.

Earl and I are en route to Cleveland, the one hop between home and Houston, our immediate vacation destination. Our flight attendant’s name is Myrna and she is very nice and professional.

I always tell Earl how much I love flying whenever we go anywhere. I don’t necessarily like most passengers, but I love being in a plane and soaring above the land. I find it to be relaxing.

I just said to Earl, “I miss my Dad”. It has been a year today that he crashed in his second home built airplane. He died doing what he loved and that is probably the best way to go. I find comfort in that. A lot has transpired over the past year and I have learned a lot about people as a result of my dad’s death. I miss telling him about our adventures and I miss his good nature. But I will always thank him for my love of flight, because its pretty awesome when you can soar above the Earth.

We should be in Cleveland in about an hour, so for now I’m going to sit back, relax and enjoy the flight.

North Syracuse, New York.

So Earl and I are on our first night of our vacation. Tomorrow morning, at the bright and early time of 0556 ET, we will be on a play headed for Cleveland. From there we will hop to Houston, with our scheduled arrival time at 1045 CT. It’s an early start to the day, but at least we will be able to enjoy the day tomorrow and do some of our initial exploring of the fourth largest city in the United States. We are very excited about relaxing and exploring this vacation.

Because we have to get up really early tomorrow morning, we decided to stay near the Syracuse Airport to avoid the crazy drive in the pre-milking hours of the day. So we are stationed at the Holiday Inn Express on So. Bay Rd. in No. Syracuse. I love using those old style abbreviations in that previous sentence because when I was a kid all the road signs says “So. Bay Rd.” and “No. Syracuse”. I wonder if they still use those older abbreviations in other parts of the country. We’ll find out that point in the Houston area tomorrow.

We don’t have a lot of plans made for this vacation other than a tour of the Space Center on Tuesday. I am really looking forward to that. We might meet up with our friend Jay , whom we met for the first time (in person) in Toronto almost a decade ago, for lunch or drinks or something like that. The main focus of this vacation is to lose ourselves in a relaxing time. I’m looking forward to doing just that.

To start the vacation off, a photo. I call this picture of me, “Use of Effects To Mask Poor Lighting Conditions.”

Clean.

So yesterday the mound of laundry waiting to be washed was about waist high. That’s quite a bit of laundry. I don’t mind doing laundry, but it is a little bit difficult to get to doing laundry when one works all day, does the whole supper thing, heads to the gym and runs the little errands that need to be done since one works all day. I have no idea how people with kids and the like keep up with it all. But I managed to get the laundry mostly done so Earl and I can get ready for our vacation. Tonight we pack, tomorrow after work we hit the road. I’m looking forward to the adventure.

There’s something about clutter reminding you that it needs to be taken care of that can be more daunting than the actual chore of doing something about the clutter. It’s kind of like when you’re used to doing your own thing at work, like I am with working from home, and someone suggests that you should book an appointment or meeting or something. The prospect of having to structure your life around this appointment can be more daunting than the actual meeting itself. Or maybe that’s just the way I think. I like to feel free, and entries on my daily calendar can make me feel unfree. But I cope.

Inspired by the laundry accomplishments yesterday, I ended up cleaning out some cupboards and heaving out cat beds that Tom has never used in his life. I don’t know that I have ever known a cat to use the actual cat bed. They might use the box or sleep between said cat bed and the adjacent wall, but sleep in the actual cat bed? Nah, cats have better things to do. They have free calendars with little worries.

Maybe I should take a cue from them and sleep on the waist high pile of dirty laundry next time.

Retro!

I miss TV theme songs. This one clocks in at 100 seconds; one would NEVER find a theme song of this length on today’s television.

Here’s “Different Worlds”, sung by Maureen McGovern, from the second season of “Angie”.

Glass.

I really like the concepts shown in this video, and I find it interesting that this technology is being developed in Upstate New York. The future looks wicked cool.

Step Aside.

So I posted a photo on Facebook and Instagram yesterday when this clock arrived, but I felt the need to share this on my blog, so here it goes.

This is the newest clock in my collection of clocks from The Standard Electric Time Company. Date stamped 1950, this clock is a model AR-2 (which was a fairly new model back in that day). The AR-2 means “Automatic Resetting with two wires”. Like the other school clocks in the house, this clock is tied to the computer in the basement that advances it on the minute (with all the other clocks) using 24 VDC to do so. The automatic resetting part would be a 48 VDC impulse on the 59th minute of the hour, but I’m not using that functionality because the other clocks in the house don’t do that and it would be bad to try to make them do that.

I’ve pretty much stopped buying clocks on ebay but this one is younger brother to the type of clocks that were found in my elementary school and was different enough that it made it a worthwhile addition to the collection. Upon it’s arrival, I put the proper movement in it again (the previous owner had converted it to quartz) and I cleaned up the paint splatters and polished up the wood so that it would pass Bear Inspection (the husbear’s approval process). The only thing I couldn’t do was repair the little dimple that has found itself over the “10” mark. I guess it adds character. I hope it’s not a bullet mark or something wild.

This beautiful clock can now be found in our kitchen.

It’s good to step aside from technology once in a while and lose yourself in a hobby that doesn’t remind you of work. I’m really happy with this clock. Now I have extra clocks in the basement that I’m going to clean up. I’m saving them for a local school that still has this type of clock system in their building; I hope to help them maintain the clocks for a while and save the taxpayers a little bit of money while maintaining the original clocks found in the building.