Last night, Desiree and I came back to Baton Rouge and we decided to cook dinner with our new pots. On Sunday night, it’s usually better to go for something easy like hamburger helper or frozen pizza. But somehow, we came up with a menu of salmon and green beans with a risotto pasta side dish. Whoopsie.
I’ll spare the details, but i will remark that it took 3 trips to Albertson’s before the night was over.
On one of these trips, as i stepped out to the car, i looked up in the night sky and saw a plane. I imagined that it was going to Chicago or L.A. or Houston, and the people on the flight going on their business trips and vacations were looking outside at all the people down in Baton Rouge, trying to cook dinner and lead their lives of quiet desperation (apologies to mr. thoreau).
then i imagined myself on that plane, taking a voyage to a place that i have never been before, with the plans all made and the trip scheduled out. cruising at 30000 feet, glancing down at the tiny twinkling towns, crossing the countryside on a jet heading deep into the sky stretching over the ocean. patiently awaiting the morning’s pink sunrise.
I have made my plans and scheduled my trip… a Jamaican honeymoon. I wouldn’t mind if we were leaving tonight.