Several inches of snow are on the ground already this morning, with more falling every second. Our streets have yet to be plowed. So, Pnut is at home with me today. We are circling the wagons around our little wood-burning stove. Just the two of us. I am glad. I need him near me now.
Of course it’s not all awful. There has been wonderful stuff, funny stuff, too. That’s the stuff I’m keeping close to my heart.
Pnut’s secret plan during the pregnancy was to schedule our holiday to Venice during our due-date week. So that his lovely wife could give birth in flight. Why? Apparently, if you give birth in the air, the airline provides free flights to the family for the rest of their lives. At least, that’s his theory. When I asked him how he could expect his wife to give birth without Doctor supervision (in topoland that translates to: without a buttload -literally- of damn good drugs) he said “Come on, you’ve seen the movies, they go on the intercom and say “is there a doctor on board?” and then some dude in a Hawaiian shirt comes to help”. Thank you, love.
Pnut is a commercial airline freak. He’s on a bunch of commercial air forums online. Wherein they discuss all the (I’m sure) fascinating topics surrounding… commercial airlines. I just asked him what those topics are, in case you’re wondering they are “technical about airlines” and “how the plane works”.
In Brussels, at least once a month Pnut would trek off to the airport at some ungodly Sunday morning hour to (wait for it, it’s just so exciting!) sit in the parking lot and take pictures of planes landing and taking off. I might understand this hobby if it involved exotic planes. Maybe even fighter jets. But he gets excited over “American Airlines” and “United” and snaps pictures of their planes. My brother and his wife gave us a digital picture frame as a wedding present. Guess what it now contains? Four hundred pictures of airplane outlines, all of which look like the exact same plane and picture to me.
(all pictures by Pnut, who would like you to know that the wings and stuff aren’t cut off in the originals - that’s just my bad html skills at work)
But truly? I will change my mind about this entire “hobby” if indeed I never have to pay for another ticket. Can somebody please tell me - is it actually true? Can you PROVE it to me? DO you fly free forever if you give birth in flight? Because if it is true, to be honest, between our annual trips to Italy, biannual trips to India, and climbing adventures… that could save us millions.
HEY YOU… IN THE HAWAIIAN SHIRT… ARE YOU A DOCTOR?
