26/06/2010

Home




As I write this, Mr. Lee is winging his way home from Thailand, via Hong Kong. Winging, that sounds kind of nice, as though he's a huge, transoceanic bird doing what birds have always done, dipping and diving, floating, gliding and shooting wind currents the way a raft shoots the river's rapids. Unfortunately, this is not the case. He is stuffed into a too small airline seat that does not recline and, other than occasional stretches at the back of the plane, is stuck there for some 20 or 30 hours, including time spent waiting in airline terminals for connecting flights, iow... hell. He is flying backwards into our Saturday and, at this point, though it is morning here, he is somewhere in our last night, cramped, sweaty, maybe watching a second or third movie though one eye on a Saturday that just won't end.

4 comments:

msb said...

the idea of flying into yesterday makes me think of the twilight zone or outer limits. be safe Lee.

asha said...

msb, trippy isn't it? I have to squint to get there but it's so fun.

Kimberlee said...

Mr Lee is coming home that must be a nice feeling for you! Sorry I have been MIA for awhile June has seemed to speed by at a remarkable pace.

Welcome home Mr Lee:)

asha said...

Kimberlee, nice to hear from you. Yes, your blog in much in need of an update.

Ps. Even though he is still hiding in his lair, Mr. Lee says hi. :)