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January 14, 2002
well, now that I am
well, now that I am officially out of work I thought I would catch up on my journal and expound on my Christmas Holiday. As I mentioned earlier, I went to Texas. I was more than a little apprehensive about flying...very stressed out in fact. But my airline of choice American was right on top of things and they have more space then other carriers. BTW, that is absolutely true. I flew Continental this summer and was appalled at the cramped quarters and the service on board. The attendants in the air were polite enough but they didn't even have pretzels and the ground attendants were decidedly unconcerned about customer service. I know I have an aunt who works for Continental and I still have frequent flier miles to use, but Continental has gone way down hill in the service department no matter how many awards they say they have. That wasn't why I was worried about flying though...this 9-11 stuff has really gotten to me. But American was so well prepared and organized at the airport that I was able to relax a little. I even saw a friend of mine at the airport. Scott F., my friend from high school who also lives in NYC was also catching a flight to Texas. I must say I really felt like a New Yorker then...running in to someone that I knew in my homecity's airport (or one of them anyway.)
The flight to Texas occurred without incident and all of the sudden I was on Texas soil. At first it all felt a little surreal...maybe part of that is because the visit seems kind of far away now, I don't know...but there was an aura of familiarity and strangeness about it. I suppose a lot of that is because I was spending time at my mom's and my dad's house and neither one of those places was ever my home. I felt like a visitor in my own country...or state as the case may be. I found that I did miss Texas soil alot. There is something about Texas to me that is so naturally beautiful and deep. I had a boyfriend once who used to tease me about how ugly Texas was (no, I didn't kill him.) He wasn't a poetic, or artistic soul so I can see why he wouldn't get it. Beauty to him was a good draft beer, the Marines and a cigarette. Truthfully, if you were just painting by numbers, I can see why someone might consider our landscape dull and brown and flat and uninspiring. But what artist ever paints by numbers?
What this guy couldn't see was the rawness of a wild land. There is beauty in the brown landscape and the miles and miles of horizon you can see when you are driving down a highway littered with billboards and unkempt fences and cows and road stands and railroads and BarBQ restaurants. Even Stephen Spielberg once admitted that the best sunsets in the whole world were in Texas. Or was that George Lucas? So yeah, I know the colors of a Texas Summer/ Autumn/ Winter can't hold a candle to the briliance of Connecticutt in the Autumn but there is something of poetry in Texas' bleak landscape. And besides, there is nothing, nothing like the way spring emerges from that brownness in Texas. Wildflowers in Texas are a testament to my homestate's unique beauty; brilliant, steadfast, and untameable.
Posted by mermu at January 14, 2002 06:29 PM
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