Honeymoon Thoughts: Part 2

Belize seems two thousand miles away today.

I did well during our week of vacation, a solid job of Blocking.

Blocking out thoughts of bills, work, the ever growing Shitlist...

anything that wasn't related to Happiness, Love, Sunshine or Rum. Total Immersion in Joy.

It's unrealistic, and probably counter-productive in any situation BUT a honeymoon, but I did a great job nonetheless...

until I saw the radar of the predicted snowstorm, the greenblue blanket of death hypothetically covering New England.

Of course, we had already dodged a Hurricane. My cynicism then created a nearly Positive edge: maybe we were once again victims of the Hype Machine.

"You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows." Bob Dylan said that, or something similar.

"If you worry the storm is going to hit you, then it will. If you don't worry, she'll blow right past ya mon!" A rasta named 'K' said something very similar to that, on the beach in San Pedro.

-Our flight was not cancelled. We flew from Atlanta, right into the storm in Boston. It was the first flight I'd ever been on where the flight attendent announced in a hurried manner, "If there are any medical personnel on the flight, please alert yourself to the crew, Immediately". That was scary. I'm not sure what happened, but I think someone puked is all.

-My wife explained that on nearly all of the European flights she'd been on, the passengers applauded upon the landing of the aircraft. Considering the circumstances, flying into a snowstorm while a passenger is having a minor medical emergency, upon landing we took it upon ourselves to begin the Slow Clap, and we're glad to report the rest of the plane joined in on an outstanding ovation, one the pilot had well earned.

-I would recommend that Everyone should snorkel along a Barrier Reef before death. Put it on your bucket list. There is no abovewater purple that can challenge the brilliance of the underwater purple we witnessed.

-The Mayan Ruins made me feel comfortable in my ascersion that "class warfare/inequity" has been going on for quite some time.

-Anthony chartered us safely from Logan to Danvers. He had spent the afternoon at our cousin's 5th birthday.

He had received a hint: that young children are most enthralled by the Number of their birthday. Of course, the only card with a 5 on it was meticulously branded by Disney, sang a song from the most recent movie, and was the most expensive card in the lot. Being the gentlemen he is, Anthony bore this additional expense, despite having already purchased a little pink harmonica and a snow tube ("because it was snowing out when I went shopping" he later explained)

Of course the card was her favorite present. Early odds indicate the snow tube may still get some play. I am Maddy's piano teacher, and I certainly plan on working the harmonica into the lessons.