A new post category that will, as the name so obviously describes, recap my week.

Week-In-ReviewI had a great conversation with an old friend on Saturday.  Bob Adams was in my first wedding and he and Jennifer were married not long after.  If memory serves, I returned the favor. I recall from my wedding, Bob’s tuxedo was just fine, but his shoes were of different heel heights and by the end of the day his back was killing him.  (I’d nearly forgotten about that!) He’s now the pastor of a church north of San Francisco. It was great to hear from him and I hope we keep in touch.

The work-week began as most do, bustling each morning to get Justin off to school on on campus as close and I can to 8a. He can’t be on campus before 8 and I have to be in my office by 8 - some twelve miles south on Highway 1.  It’s been a challenge to accomplish both, but one my boss is understanding about thus far. 

Tuesday I sat in the dental hygienist’s chair for a lovely periodontal procedure. Good thing I’m on a diet. ;-)  Kat, the hygienist, did a great job and my gums feel great and my smile is better than it was.  Lots of coffee stains are gone. YAY!

Wednesday I flew to Salt Lake City to kickoff a new proposal. Delta non-stops are good, the Southwest flights returning home are less so.  Turbulence was in abundance as was the supply of cranky passengers -one of which I’ll describe briefly.

Mr. Moron

On the return flight (SLC to Reno/Tahoe to San Jose), I sat on the emergency exit row next to the window. There is a ton of leg room on this row and as long as you are able and willing to help in the advent of an emergency exit, it’s open seating.

There was a man sitting in the aisle seat.  He’d placed his black, nylon backpack on the middle seat thereby inaudibly proclaiming his disdain for anyone who chose that particular seat.  I chose the window seat next to the vacant middle (backpack) seat. After nearly everyone had boarded, another man walked down the aisle and chose the middle seat.

“What? You want to sit here?” asked the man owner of the backpack?

“Yes, I do,” said the man and he proceeded to sit in the middle seat just in time for aisle man to remove his backpack.

“Everything on this side of the arm rest is my space,” aisle man said rather loudly.

“Um, OK,” responded middle man.

Long story short, I enjoyed a good conversation with middle man (the owner of two vacuum cleaner and air purifier stores - one in Salt Lake City and the other in Carson City) who was on his way home.

Middle man deplaned at Reno.

Aisle man looked over at me and said, “What a moron…his legs weren’t even that long.”

I didn’t say anything but felt rather sorry for this obese, vodka-cranberry swilling man on the aisle who fervently disliked everyone around him.  Referring to the man who simply wanted a comfortable seat with extra leg room for the short 1:20 plane ride, this spoke volumes to me about his general attitude toward life.

How unhappy to you have to be in order to label others who aren’t doing anything but what you are already doing?

I guess I should have defended middle man, but I chose instead to ignore the reeking distillery and watch a movie on my iPod.

Friday saw the beginnings of a cold (no doubt from the recycled air in the jetliner). It’s been nearly a year since I’ve had a cold. It should be short lived. This morning I awoke at 7:30 -later than my usual 5a biorhythm induced alarm goes off-  and felt like the cold had indeed arrived at Gate 1.

One other thing. I’ve lost 4 pounds after having been ‘really good’ with eating on the road. Yay me! I’m following a modified Atkins Diet approach: lots of protein, carbs limited to green, leafy salads and the like.  After beginning HCTZ for high-blood pressure a couple of weeks ago,one of my goals is to lose about 20 pounds.

So far, so good.  But man, do I miss Rocky Road!

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