Bill and I were on the road so early Sunday morning that even the Baptists weren’t up yet. With the girls’ birthstones around my neck and a jacket of many pockets, we headed for the airport and the 10:00 am flight to Portland. Or, more likely, the mythical Rabbit Hole.
Large portions of the Delta terminal are under construction. The lighting is oddly eerie. Rather like a low-budget sci-fi film. As usual, in Atlanta, the place was teeming with the sleepy, the harried, and the lost. And no hard-boiled eggs.
As a veteran people watcher, I’d say a bunch of athletes, folks excited about a cruise and, maybe, just maybe, a few others of the rabbit hole type.
The huge sign posted just at the top of the jet-way seemed somehow personal. “The excitement is just beginning!”
The sign also proved to be a bit optimistic as we spent quite some time sitting on the runway, waiting for our number to be called in the endless line for take off.
I don’t tend to buy a lot of magazines these days, except when I’m traveling. Today I was grateful for a copy of Real Simple. It’s easier to flip through recipes and tips for clearing clutter during the assurances, every 30 seconds, that,”It won’t be long now” than it is to concentrate on an actual book.
There, on page 10, almost calling my name, appeared a quote from Tina Fey:
You can’t be that kid standing at the top of the waterslide, overthinking it. You have to go down the chute.”
–Tina Fey, Bossypants
After we finally took to the skies, I decided to check out the movies.
If you listen closely, the sound you hear is my son, Dave, chuckling. He used to tease me about being a cultural outsider because I’m just not a huge movie person. I haven’t seen any of the recent Oscar nominees. (Though I can tell you who won Westminster this year!)
I was just about to give up when I discovered Titanic among the options. The flight was long and I’d never seen it before. (Dave, again!) Lacking popcorn, I squirreled some almonds away in my pocket for sustenance and decided to check it out.
I must admit, Titanic has a bit too much action for me. And anxiety, even though I already knew what the ending would be.
And it’s not, perhaps, the best choice for a travel film.
All the same, our topic on this journey is transformation and Titanic is a film for that. And for pondering the things we do to save ourselves from captivity.
So, what does the rabbit have in store?
I have no clue.
For today, fabulous weather, cool and sunny. Gorgeous shades of green everywhere. Lots of boats playing on the lake. And family.
The rabbit can rest a little bit more.