Monday's travels - now that I am awake!

Good morning!  Where I am at UTC or GMT!  How cool is that! I'm in the place around which modern time (since 1960) revolves, although GMT has been around for much longer and we have St. Benedict (c. 480 - 543) to thank for the Offices or Hours! 

Gratitudes:

• For my daughter Sarah, for reminding me on our Saturday conversation to keep open to what people have to offer.  Keeping open also keeps us curious.
• For the restorative power of sleep
• For Chinese medicine and jet-lag herbs (called Xiao Chai Hu Tang Wan)
• For the best French Fries I've ever had 
• For the morning birds which have just awoken outside my window - Now how do I post these little sound files?
• For smaller airline  seats where my feet touch the floor and my head is not forced forward by the "misplacement" of the head rest

So yesterday's very brief post was about Angelica and the Guatemala City Lady.  This post is about some sundry observation:

In Houston airport, there was an oval shaped area with lots of "monitors" mounted around the edge of the oval.  I imagine this used to be where you would get your flight information, but it was rather creepy feeling.

I was also amused by a sign that says;
"Drilling for American energy with software."

My mind thought, "is that to soften the environmental impact of how we really drill?"

Other observations:

• Guys in first class were wearing black turtlenecks and jeans (In Houston . . . where it was hot . . . ) Is this some kind of "cultural" statement? Come on guys!!! Where is your "think [dress] different(ly)?"  (The loss of the adverb suffix "-ly" is another post for another time). Dapper, well dressed gentlemen, some in sport jackets (in Houston!), most in dress shirts were with the hoi poloi like me in Economy class.  Interesting that it is generally guys in first class.  We gals just don't make enough money or choose to spend it on other things? :-) 
• The summer light in England is like San Francisco's in the winter time, but even more diffuse and softer.  I like it!
• The countryside between London and Oxford is lushly green and beautiful.
• Whenever I travel, people are always asking me questions as though I know where I am and what I am doing, and . . . where they should be and what they should be doing. 
• English people are always apologizing, but we knew that already.
• When crossing the street, look right first!