Cashmere Blanket

It seems like planes shouldn’t be able to fly.

I’m not an engineer or plane designer, or whatever college major builds planes, but as a passenger I cross my fingers because it really looks a bit impossible.

They are too big, too bulky, they rattle around at crazy speeds and then…glide as if they weighed nothing more than the air carrying them.  It’s really quite something.  I am sure there are volumes of logical explanations for how it works, but every time I’m on a plane it feels like there is some magic involved.

I hate take off.  If something is going to go wrong, if someone forgot to tighten a bolt or inflate a tire, it seems like it will hit the fan during takeoff.  My jaw tightens and my hands get sweaty and I read the same paragraph of whatever I’m reading over and over again until we start gliding.

Once we hit feather status I’m fine, happy actually.  I like flying, even the food and the cramped little tables.  I like walking to the bathroom and seeing all the people sleeping.  The peace and quite of a night flight.  It is an incredible thing to be able to get from one country to another with such relative ease.

No one can get me when I’m on a plane, nothing has to be done, the dryer bell doesn’t ding and I’m usually on my way to some place fun or fantastic.

It is a privilege, travel.  I’m so grateful every time.

We leave for Paris tomorrow, all five of us.  Our children are older, but I’m sure there will still be a bit of The Griswolds sprinkled in there throughout the seven days.  For now, I’m looking forward to the plane ride.  Dim overhead light, cashmere blanket, peanut M&Ms and Steven King.

My thoughts from the laundry room.  Recline.

11 thoughts on “Cashmere Blanket

  1. Okay, which airline has cashmere blankets? Are you bringing your own along? I wish I could handle flying, but I’m a big baby. I kind of want to visit other countries instead of covering the States, but that would mean flying over an ocean. I don’t think I’m ready for that. Happy travels!

    1. Hahaha. I have my own, April. It is nicer than the scratchy, I’m not sure who used this before me, ones they give you on the plane. Flying is a workout and you are not the only one that finds flying over the big pond intimidating. There are times I look at the flight status and realize we are near Iceland and even I get a little freaked out. It’s a leap of faith, a surrender of control, but it can lead to some magical places. Thank you for reading and your comment.

  2. Flew a few times. But you are right. There is something scary on the concept. Now there are more concerns as to whether or not you will get to your destination. But then again crossing the street in a busy city is also crowded with an element of danger.

  3. o this is lovely
    i get so scared to fly
    it’s nice to read about this, though
    the peacefulness – i forget the peacefulness of it
    and the fortune to be able to travel.
    wishing you and your family many beautiful experiences in Paris

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