What I'm Reading Now.

Book Club met

and picked their next book.

One member thought something in keeping

with the Halloween season

would be great.

So we picked:

I don't want to spoil it, but let's

say it's a funny horror story.

Or a horror story written by a funny writer.

To give you a taste.

His dedication:

"For my wife, who has been so tolerant and wonderful through all of this that 

I think she might be a product of my imagination.

Also, my best friend, Mack Leighty, who gave birth to the "John"

mentioned in my title, and who years ago convinced me to get

into writing as a hobby instead of alcoholism.

Mack, I'll never forget that when things got really tough in my life,

you stepped up and killed those dudes for me."

Funny, right?

This morning I found myself laughing out loud.

The Middle Seat

Thank you all so much for your lovely comments 

regarding my last post.

Since flight stories are a delight,

here is another one for you.

A few months back

as I sat in the plane waiting for takeoff

a young man with a backpack

came on board late.

Almost all the seats were taken.

All in fact, but two.

Two middle seats.

One next to me.

The other behind me.

The young man walked past me looking for a place to stow

his luggage.

I waited.

The flight attendant tried to hurry him.

There are two middle seats, he said.

The man walked to the nearest middle seat,

which was the one behind me

and asked to sit.

The men behind me shook their heads and pointed to the middle seat

beside me.

This I didn't see.

I only knew he came to be by my side,

and asked to sit in the middle seat next to me.

I jumped up, and stepped out into the aisle.

He said, "Thank you."

I told him, "It's my pleasure."

He sat. I sat and leaned away from him.

As the plane took off, the young man turned to me and said,

"You don't need to lean away."

I smiled. "I know that the middle seat is the least enjoyable.

I wanted you to have plenty of room."

And then I told him that I often speak of the middle seat.

How everyone on the plane is a mother, father, brother, son.

They are on their way to a loved one, to work, to play.

And all they want is for someone to see them as a person

who needs a seat.

Instead of an object or obstacke,

someone who is in the way.

The young man was a teacher.

He was headed across the country to work with some students.

I was headed home.

We talked long about the middle seat,

and the meaning behind seeing people as people.

People just like yourselves,

who just want to sit..

It's Pink Day Again

Once again it's Pink Saturday.

Please join all the pinkies at 

Beverly's.

 

Thank you so much, Beverly,

for hosting this meme every week.

This week while at the airport,

yes, I know I'm there a lot,

I sat beside a young man.

I picked up my knitting and he turned to me and said,

"Good afternoon."

I was shocked.

I thought he might be talking on the phone,

but, no. 

He was talking to me.

He proceeded to tell me, at twenty,

this was his first time flying

and he was frightened.

I told him my story about the little girl

who sat beside me and was also on her

first flight.

I told her I fly twice a week -at least -

and had been flying that much for 

fifteen years.

She nodded and asked me,

So how many times have you crashed?

The young man laughed with me.

I encouraged him all would be well.

On the plane a very nice older woman asked to sit beside me.

She had an overstuffed bag and when she 

leaned over to dig something out

I thought perhaps yarn?

But no,

she dug out 

her rosary.

Then she proceeded to pray and cross herself.

For a brief moment I wondered,

if I was being told something.

But no, the flight was uneventful.

But both people were looking for something.

The young man, confirmation that 

following his dreams was a legitimate choice.

My opinion: Always follow your dreams.

The older woman, an encouraging word.

She was flying to Texas to be with an ailing mother.

My opinion: Always follow your heart.

In return,

I too received something.

Blessings from them both.

The only thing I had to do, was

follow my dream, follow my heart and then open my mouth..

 

I hope your day is filled with blessings.