Inexplicable phenomena happen when you are lunging forward inside a big metal can at 30,000 feet.
Some of these phenomena come from me. I cry like a baby at most things on airplanes. Who knew Edward Scissorhands was the saddest movie ever? Not me, until 3 hours into the 13-hour flight I just stepped off of.
Crying can have bonuses like occasionally scoring you an extra mini bottle of wine from a sympathetic flight attendant, but mostly it just brings you stares of pity and mild embarrassment from your fellow flyers.
Other inexplicable phenomena come from other people, and thus are maybe only inexplicable to me.
Like clapping when you land safely in a location like Addis Ababa. I have to be honest, clapping at landing really only makes sense to me if the majority of people on the plane had real reason to believe that they might not be able to clap when the plane hits the ground, due to fiery crashes and the like.
It definitely makes no sense in a very smooth landing in prime conditions. Isn’t this the number one responsibility of the pilots? This should not be seen as an exceptional action. No one claps for me when I answer emails or pay invoices on time. Or even when I make bitter comments because I feel inferior to pilots (4th coolest job ever).
And it definitely does not make sense when the clapping comes before the plane has safely slowed and steadied on the runway. There is still room for error, folks – let’s not count our chickens. I feel like I have some authority to say this because I was on a plane in Ghana once that narrowly missed overshooting the runway. (I actually have no authority.)
What does this have to do with house things?
This is my pre-taxi applause:
Traveling for the next 12 days, I had to scrape the bottom for some recent house updates that are getting pushed into the spotlight not quite ready for primetime. Including my increasingly soothing and lovely office bookshelves.
You may remember them as this:
No more, friends. Check out these sexy MoFos:
They still have a little ways to go … I am missing a shelf and need to paint the red trim white, plus fill in the other shelves. So this post may mark the beginning of me skidding off the landing strip right as my hands are hurting from clapping so much.
But I am tickled pink all the same. Even this little update brings a certain serenity to the office.
Which is nice because the folks I hired to applaud me upon completing a reference check have failed to show up for work for a few weeks. Clearly we need to have a little come to jesus.