Of Flights and Fancy

Flew back yesterday after another whirlwind long weekend spent not in my own bed. It was wonderful celebrating my birthday with my sister and closest friends, despite the exhaustion that tends to set in after just a few hours in L.A. Yael and I even made a lovely, if ridiculously brief, trip to San Diego, stopping in Irvine to spend two fun-filled hours with my dad, there on business. In sunny San Diego, over heaps of great BBQ and cocoa rice-krispie treats (yes, cocoa!), we caught up with some dear friends, including Craig, who is enjoying a two-week leave from Iraq.

I am exceedingly tired of airports, especially when constantly affronted by not one or two but DOZENS of people who have no idea there are security rules in effect because they watch nothing but American Idol and wouldn't even read a newspaper if one of their inbred kids made the frong page. I was stunned by how many people (while holding up the entire security line, mind you) still say things like, "What do you mean I can't bring shampoo?" Seriously, what fucking rock do they live under? Aren't they aware that this new era we live in requires painstakingly screening every tube of toothpaste attempting to make its way skyward?

My flight home was delayed, which meant that (once I finally arrived home) I would spend the rest of the day scrambling to finish my writing assignments for the week. However, in the process, I did stumble across this fabulous little gem, which I thought y'all might appreciate:

The Blessed Helper, the Spell Chequer
Author Unknown
(as printed in the newsletter Corrigo)

Eye halve a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.

Eye strike a key and type a word
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar write
It shows me strait a weigh.

As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the error rite
Its rarely ever wrong.

Eye have run this poem threw it
I am shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect in it’s weigh
My chequer tolled me sew.

Posted by ayelet at October 10, 2006 08:35 PM