I like arriving everywhere on time, which generally means to me what it meant to my father: ten minutes early. I would rather sit for an hour at the gate than stand in the security line worrying that I'm going to miss my flight or, G-d forbid, be compelled to *run* through the concourse to make it. I like my layovers to be a minimum of an hour too, just in case.
But, sorry James, I'm the guy driving the speed limit or, at most, three miles per hour over. I get passed a lot. Thirty years ago I was a fast -- way too fast -- driver, the kind who would flash his lights in the fast lane if the fellow ahead of me wasn't taking this passing business seriously. Now my friends tell me I drive like someone's grandmother.
My NYR? Stay alive and as healthy as an aged flatulence can be... while being old, tired and worn out. And who says this is 'The New Year?' In this country sure, but in Asia and the Orient (Yes, they differ historically) they have a differing opinion.
Meanwhile time marches on with hobnailed boots all over my corpus maximus. Time, like gravity, is my enemy.
It's a 3-hour rule at the airport, not a 2-hour rule. It's a cost of avoidance, and it's a low cost. I chill and read a book or futz on my phone for a while before boarding, versus freaking out in the parking garage about the line just to get past the ticket gate, and staring in frozen wonder at the line of folks standing in security, a line that extends to the exterior of the airport itself.
No thanks. Then I'm whistling in the airport as I casually stroll to my gate.
I suppose some resolutions could be resolved with "Love your neighbor as yourself." Then you can take a year to figure out who is your neighbor and do you REALLY love yourself (in a good way). Those resolutions pertain to dealing with others, such as having more patience, and the self-improvement (more exercise!) could be with regards to loving yourself. Or is it all tied together?
You can also be affected by the well-meaning resolutions of those close to you. My lovely wife just dropped this on me today - she's going vegan. Hooray! No meat no dairy. Except for birthdays (her own and daughter) next month. She's been reading about it and that's what she wants to do. At least for a month. Unless she gets tired of it and gives up. But I don't have to do it. Uh huh.
I like arriving everywhere on time, which generally means to me what it meant to my father: ten minutes early. I would rather sit for an hour at the gate than stand in the security line worrying that I'm going to miss my flight or, G-d forbid, be compelled to *run* through the concourse to make it. I like my layovers to be a minimum of an hour too, just in case.
But, sorry James, I'm the guy driving the speed limit or, at most, three miles per hour over. I get passed a lot. Thirty years ago I was a fast -- way too fast -- driver, the kind who would flash his lights in the fast lane if the fellow ahead of me wasn't taking this passing business seriously. Now my friends tell me I drive like someone's grandmother.
I AM old thank you and live up to the old guy driver jokes too. Oh boy... what a change from younger me...
“I did not fail because I did not try” would make a good bumper sticker.
My NYR? Stay alive and as healthy as an aged flatulence can be... while being old, tired and worn out. And who says this is 'The New Year?' In this country sure, but in Asia and the Orient (Yes, they differ historically) they have a differing opinion.
Meanwhile time marches on with hobnailed boots all over my corpus maximus. Time, like gravity, is my enemy.
It's a 3-hour rule at the airport, not a 2-hour rule. It's a cost of avoidance, and it's a low cost. I chill and read a book or futz on my phone for a while before boarding, versus freaking out in the parking garage about the line just to get past the ticket gate, and staring in frozen wonder at the line of folks standing in security, a line that extends to the exterior of the airport itself.
No thanks. Then I'm whistling in the airport as I casually stroll to my gate.
I think it’s a 3 hour rule for international flights but only a 2 hour rule for domestic flights.
I suppose some resolutions could be resolved with "Love your neighbor as yourself." Then you can take a year to figure out who is your neighbor and do you REALLY love yourself (in a good way). Those resolutions pertain to dealing with others, such as having more patience, and the self-improvement (more exercise!) could be with regards to loving yourself. Or is it all tied together?
You can also be affected by the well-meaning resolutions of those close to you. My lovely wife just dropped this on me today - she's going vegan. Hooray! No meat no dairy. Except for birthdays (her own and daughter) next month. She's been reading about it and that's what she wants to do. At least for a month. Unless she gets tired of it and gives up. But I don't have to do it. Uh huh.