"Life at the Bottom" sounds like appropriate reading for me now. At this time I'm supposed to be in Philadelphia waiting to soon board my connecting flight but instead I'm sitting on a rather uncomfortable bench staring out the window of the airport terminal. My flight was canceled due to bad weather. It's been raining all day and at times it pours. My unwashed clothes stink of sweat. I haven't changed since the day before. I need to air out my boots.
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| View from a bench at Laguardia airport in New York |
It's going to be a long thirteen hours. Hum, could that be my lucky number? The ticket agent, bless her heart, booked me on the next earliest flight available which is at 6:00 am tomorrow, so I'll be spending a lovely night at the airport,... not with my wife.
I've been eating from my nearly exhausted supply of dates, prunes, and raw cocoa beans. I've probably dropped about six pounds since I left San Diego a few days ago. I don't feel too hungry though. I seem to have adapted. Plus, the cocoa beans are an amazing food and excellent energy source. I think a person could live a long time on raw cocoa beans and nothing more.
Maybe something positive could come from all this crazy mess. God, I hope so. I'm not looking forward to going back to non-sense low-paying jobs while I constantly submit for paying gigs that I rarely book. It's a hard life for a dreamer. So far it's just a dream, still far from reach.
So, what to do with all this time I now have? I think I'll try to find objects to photograph and maybe sell as stock. There doesn't seem to be many opportunities sitting here but I'll do something. Then, when I get bored of that, maybe I'll open the bottle of cocoa beans and peel the skins off of them. That should keep me busy for a while.
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