The Native Iowan

Was up before the birds this morn. Ready to fly back to the islands. Had to finish packing up and shutting the house down. The car coming to get me was a bit late. Traffic into the airport was a bit stiff. I rocked up with 45 minutes to boarding. Got through and to the gate with the sign flashing 15 minutes to boarding.

Then an announcement… we’re being delayed an hour.

So I kick my shoes off and have a good look around. It is a drizzly day. A damp chill fills the air. As I sat down a couple children were being rambunctious. The little girl came up and started talking to me. Her name is Sky. I joked with the parents and admired the two kids until the went to catch tehir flight to Fiji. Nice to get a 3 year-old fix, even if it was a short one. Mom and dad were nice, relaxed people.

This trip to Queensland was both fulfilling and  a waste. I got a lot of work done. Drove all over hell and creation to find things for the Alcol. Got some good work on the Ta Moko. Maybe started my acclimatization for the upcoming trip to the States. All in all good but the trip sucked from a bike-riding point of view.

It has been simply too cold to ride. There was a week of rain but, if it had been warm rain, I may have considered a ride. but it was too dern cold. Yesterday I took each bike for a ride. I took the 1200 up the highway a ways and drove back south by the sunshine highway. I took the 800 out later, right at dusk, and froze. I did not get far. Once the sun was gone it was simply too, too dern cold to ride.

So I am bummed by that but all else is great.

A couple planes just took off so the area here is pretty empty.

I have watched a younger gal have troubles with her day… She was urgently buying a ticket to Auckland when I was checking in. She was behind schedule and late and all frazzled. I told her it was all OK, or could be worse… I just saw her… she missed her flight. I think she has the worse now. She struck me as a disorganised person and thus is paying for such now. Hope it’s not too much of a drama for her.

The guy behind me is making business call as he sits and waits. His conversations are sadly mundane if not inane.

I am a bit mind boggled how public our lives have become. People are so calloused to the public display of personal life. I just watched a young fellow walk by giving his gal’s arse a good massaging. Call me old fashioned…

They just called my flight… Gotta fly…