I'm still in Iowa, but I couldn't resist the novelty of posting a blog from here on my grandfather's laptop.
I survived the plane trip. However, I did have a dream while sleeping on the plane (I'd only gotten 4 hours of sleep the night before, having had to wake up at 4 to get the shuttle at 5 to get to the airport at 6 for a flight at 8. And it was a good thing to be early--let me tell you, the lines were loooooooong.) that there was a detective or marshall on the plane who looked like Michael Nouri (anyone know who he is besides me? Anyway, he's an actor.) and he was looking for a terrorist on the plane. I was with him for some reason, I suppose I'd found out what he was up to and he enlisted my help. Stuff like that happens in dreams and movies. Finally he figured out that the pilot was the terrorist. We went into the cockpit and confronted him. He denied it at first then he pulled out a gun and shot his copilot, assuming he would be left alive and not in custody because we needed him to land the plane. A bunch of passengers rushed to the cockpit to see what had happened. Naturally, Michael Nouri knew how to land the plane. He put the pilot in custody. The next picture I saw was the plane coming down for a landing very very close to Minneapolis. When I was awake, I was surprised that as we landed we were nowhere near tall city buildings. Just as well really.
Well, tomorrow we're off from my grandparents' to go into Wisconsin for cheese and apples and trees colored in reds, oranges, and bright gold. That's my favorite part of this trip. Don't get me wrong, I love my grandparents, but where we are in Iowa there's not much more to do than go to Walmart and Goodwill, which my mom and I did already today. Actually, Goodwill was pretty great--I got a kick ass coat that would have easily cost $40 or $50 in a vintage shop in SF for only $6.95. Can't beat that.
Anyway, we're off to cheesehead land tomorrow and that will be nice. It rained today and there was a threat of snow but it never got cold enough. But it does have that crisp fall feel to it here, something I sort of miss in California. In SF we get that cold, but it's too mixed with fog and ocean and lack of trees to have the correct smell and texture. Anyone from the Midwest or East Coast will know what I'm talking about.
So I'm getting a taste of that this weekend and that will carry me through until next year. Assuming I survive my flight home. Sorry, but somehow I think if I don't say that it will just encourage fate to throw a wrench in. Now that fate knows I consider it a possibility, hopefully it will leave me alone.