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7 HOURS and 4 MOVIES

I always prefer an aisle seat, in fact I really want an aisle seat because I have this totally ridiculous abhorrence of asking the person next to me to get up so I can go to the restroom.  I know it’s a bit neurotic but I only feel comfortable if I know a bathroom is nearby and accessible.  Added to that craziness is my Germanic insistence of following the rules, so when anyone gets up to use the restroom when the seatbelt sign is still on, I look at them in both wonder and distaste.  Well I guess at this point we are way beyond TMI.

airplane, seat belt sign, Germanic

Can’t They Read? You’re Not Supposed To Get Up.

Back to aisle seat choice;  my need to feel comfortable about the restroom comes with the discomfort of the inevitable ex-college football player sitting in front of me. Invariably a LARGE man sits in front of me and the moment the plane lifts off the runway, he pushes his seat back.  Sure enough, there is a giant parked in front of me, he has already pushed his seat back, I’m kissing my kneecaps. We are packed into this particular airplane so tightly that I can’t even bend down to access my handbag.  In fact midway through the flight I tried to take my sneakers off and I couldn’t really reach the shoelaces!

The plane took off about 5:45pm, however, our cheery-voiced captain assured us he would get us to Italy on time.  Soon we were cruising along at high altitude and we settled in to see what was available on the TV screen in front of us.  Wow, things have changed-no longer are the airlines selling you earphones, they give them to you.  There are no longer just one or two choices of a movie, now you can pick from several categories.  I’m happy and Peter is in heaven.  He always says how wonderful it would be if everyone just left him alone so he could watch TCM (Turner Classic Movies) all day.  This came pretty close to that nirvana.  

Being able to sit quietly, if not uncomfortably, to watch a film of your choice is a wonderful way to while away the monotonous hours.  Then again, for some reason, the whole experience begins to take on a zombie-like experience.  The fact is I watched 4 movies and am not sure I can remember them all.  I know I watched Hacksaw Ridge because twice during the movie I sort of jumped in my seat and made a sound as a particularly scary scene evolved.  Peter grabbed my arm and asked me what was wrong! I’m sure I also watched All We Had, a movie about a mother-daughter relationship and their sad journey through poverty and bad boy friends – I looked it up today on IMDB – it got 2 1/2 stars!

After they served dinner, a “interesting” chicken meal with the requisite cold roll, pathetic salad and crackers with a blob of cheese.  LOL I sound derisive but I ate the whole thing including the blueberry muffin. 

Soon most of the plane is sleeping but not us.  Given we usually keep vampire-like hours at home, I can’t imagine trying to sleep at 9:30 at night.  I have to admit at some point I thought it might be wise to try to sleep.  I blew up my neck cushion, took off the earphones and tried to settle down. Not happening!  Better to just give up and play Crossword on the screen.   Every now and then I would glance over at Peter who was deep into some 1940’s movie and revealing in it.  I’m at the point of checking my watch and trying to figure out just how much longer 7 hours really are.

Peter decides he needs something from his carry-on, so in the wee hours of the night, he attempts to open the overhead bin (the one that is above his former seat) and in the course of removing his bag, he knocks a pillow down which lands on the head of the sleeping Dario.  Oh, I forgot to tell you that the very good-looking Italian man who switched seats with Peter was named Dario?  Oh well, more about him later.

                                                                                                             to be continued…

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And for me that is happening more and more!  I laugh to myself as I see myself becoming my parents.  I used to be horrified and upset (for them) when I would call on a holiday and ask them what they had planned? And their answer was something like “oh nothing dear, we’re just staying home”.  Staying home??? Are you kidding me? Well here I am doing the same thing.  This Fourth of July weekend is a perfect example of this “Let’s just stay home” new montra of mine.

The weather forecast for Friday the Fourth of July was dismal, so our little town on the Jersey Shore decided early on in the week to postpone their annual parade to Saturday – something they would rarely do and I have always been impressed that no matter what day of the week, the Fourth fell on, Ocean Grove had their parade that day and  not like New York City which tries to schedule all their parades on  the weekend.   So here we were down at the Shore but with no plans to cook out, eat out or have someone over.  It was a mutual decision to lay low and relax this weekend. On Wednesday, Peter attempted to install the air conditioner in the kitchen.  Let’s just say that it didn’t go well and the a/c unit spent the  night on the kitchen table.   Thursday dawned  not quite bright but not raining as was anticipated.  Peter tackled the air conditioner again and I went outside to shove foam in where I thought there might be an opening.  Then I heard a scream, a few curses and the reply to my query was, “It’s all right”.  That was then.  As the morning wore away, the sun came out and we felt we had a bonus beach day so we went for a couple of hours.  Peter said  he  really hurt his finger,  When I looked at it, it was swollen, so I said  we better go to the walk-in medical center or the ER tomorrow.

Friday it poured for hours and after a lazy morning of doing a whole lot of nothing, we headed for the Jersey Shore Medical Clinic because the finger that he proclaimed was broken,  really had blown up and had a knob on the knuckle!  After an X-Ray, it was ascertained that there were no broken bones but there was something bruised or some tendon injured so after an hour there, a trip to the pharmacy to get the anti-inflammatory medicine, we headed home .

It WAS the Fourth of July so I thought it was only appropriate that we have hot dogs;  Of course I didn’t expect Peter (with his splint) to grill them and quite frankly (no pun intended) we prefer them to be boiled.  I always hope that some of the sodium is being flushed out of them.  I did make it a real barbecue type meal with baked beans, potato salad, coleslaw and sauerkraut.  We really enjoyed our dinner while watching TCM which was showing patriotic movies such as Yankee Doodle Dandy,  Sargent York and the Devil’s Disciple..  I couldn’t  bring myself to walk  to the boardwalk and watch Asbury Park’s fireworks when actually the Macy’s display of pyrotechnics was fabulous and I could sit on the couch and eat dark chocolate at the same time.

Today is Saturday and we said we were going to go the parade.  Peter nudged me along and we made it to Main Avenue just in time to see the first police car come up the street tossing candy to the crowd.  There were fire trucks, a High School marching band, local organizations, ladies auxiliaries , the usual suspects, I mean politicians,  the kazoo band, and costumed members of the Historical Society and of course some bagpipers and even a motorcycle club from the Knights of Columbus (of all places!) You really can’t beat a small town Fourth of July parade to bring out the whole town, flag waving kids and a whole lot of patriotism!

Today was absolutely beautiful, not too hot, not humid, not cloudy – another perfect beach day.  After the parade we headed home to do a few things and then off to the beach.  It was the best – eating melon, reading, finding tiny shells and flat white pebbles for the Fairy Garden.  I even found a small Sand Dollar and that always makes my day at the beach.  I’ve  actually amassed a small collection of  found Sand Dollars.  

Loving Me Some Sand Dollars

Loving Me Some Sand Dollars

There were more plans for tonight, but really sometimes I just want to stay home!  So we didn’t go to the free concert of patriotic music in the Great Auditorium and we didn’t go to the boardwalk to see Bradley Beach’s fireworks but we did have drinks and hors d’ouevres on our front porch and a delicious dinner.  

Tomorrow is our last day – back to work you know… I think I need to do a little yard work in the morning, fry up some peppers and onions and I might even make my go-to hot weather dish – Tuna, Canellini Beans and Fennel.  That recipe can be found in a previous blog post.  https://pbenjay.wordpress.com/2010/06/15/tasty-tidbits-tuesday/

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