The Blog: Spellbound by our own imperfect lives...

  I meant to get back to blog posting with this trip, but I made a mistake in the settings for emailing posts and couldn't fix it on my phone. Hell. Now, I'll go back through my photos and posts on Facebook and try to recreate my trip.

I'm fascinated by the birds and growing things here. I have figured out that one of the common trees is the Cook Island Pine. They grow very tall and always lean a little toward the equator.  The funny little bird that runs in the edge of the water is a semi-palpated plover. I'll get some video today. 

Flight delay. 😩 I have met such nice people. A circus performer with purple hair from Denver. A doctor from Burma. A guy who just got married for the first time at 61. An older lady from Port Isabel who is on my flight. I’ve had fun at the airport but I’m tired and my binder is sore from sitting. Carry on!

Maybe I am relaxing into this travel thing a little bit. I just packed one tiny bag. I haven't made a list. I didn't buy anything new. I'm not even fretting. I made my own reservations and believe I did it right. Last time I traveled, I made a reservation for 2am instead of 2pm. It resulted in flying home first class on Delta instead of that cheap ass tour bus in a third world country airline so it wasn't the worst mistake. (Thanks, Larry Butler.) I know how to check in online and I know how to print my ticket. I'm taking the shuttle to the airport and I have all that ready, too. I haven't felt the need to update my will or clean out the freezer because if you die before you make it home, people might judge your housekeeping. I did post this somewhat pessimistic update on Facebook last night. I’m sure some will view me as a complete rube, but the truth is, I am about to embark on a cross country trip that makes maybe my 6th or 7th, depending on whether...