Recently I thought about what luxury it feels to eat avocados from our tree and chips from TJs over the skies in Montana, Wisconsin, and Ontario in the plane. Our afternoon appetizers – which have also turned into being dinner. We brought a few along, in various states of hardness and have waited until they ripen. They have spread out their ripening quite nicely, and we now have one left, and it needs to be eaten today. We spoon the avocado out and eat it with what are now crushed chips. The chips at the beginning of the trip were whole, but the bag is now is pretty crushed from everything around and on top of it, but still adds that nice salty taste to the avos. I thought how surprising it would seem to people to realize what a civilized life we have at three thousand feet in the air.
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Today I sewed – a purse needed a repair as the zipper was getting stuck. I started it while waiting in the terminal, and then needed to leave with the needle & thread still stuck in the purse. So when there was a quiet time I completed the job in the air. Most often we are looking at the sights. We also listen to air traffic or look at maps & charts, or weather. I thought about people below hearing a plane overhead, not guessing the woman in the plane (me) was sewing!
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by ~Anne
John & Anne Wiley 
Enjoying your journey, thanks for posting so many pictures and great write ups! I often wonder what people on the ground think too but have come to the conclusion they have no clue we are even up there or the fun we are having.
I enjoyed a trail mix snack bar and a cold bottle of water flying home from Dayton, Ohio yeterday in between ATC calls and dodging wx. It still beats driving anyday!
Looking forward to future posts…blue skies and tailwinds!!!!
Comment by Gary — 2010/08/01 @ 21:52
Gary,
Glad to make your acquaintance. It’s fun to see you think of these things too – and you’re probably right most don’t wonder at all. I didn’t used to pay that much attention to planes in the air, even as John would always glance skyward when he heard one go by. Now that we started flying, I do the same thing, watching direction, wind, plane type, wondering the destination – I just can’t help it!
Enjoyed hearing of your in-flight menu choices too!
Happy (sky) trails from Burns Lake, B.C. tonight.
~Anne
Comment by Anne — 2010/08/03 @ 03:24