Escaping

11:03 AM Sunday, July 31, 2011

There's just something about watching planes taking off.




I work near the Salt Lake airport. It's about a 5 minute drive away.

The same freeway that takes me to work is the freeway I take to pick up or drop off my boys with their dad. Same freeway I take to get into Salt Lake.

Almost every day, I see planes coming in or taking off.

Every time I see a plane taking off, my heart goes off with it.



I wonder where the passengers are going, if they're going some place fun, exciting, exotic. If they're going to a favorite place they've been to multiple times or some place they've never been before. Whether they'll be seeing loved ones: their friends and family.

I know that not every airplane trip is for a happy reason. I also know that many people on a plane taking off from an airport are actually going home rather than going on vacation, or perhaps are going away on a business trip.

But that doesn't factor into my dreams.

After all, the planes I'm watching are taking off from Salt Lake.

My heart tells me they're going some place fun, like Disney World. Or they're going to the beach in the Bahamas. Or they're heading for a long trip to Europe. Or a cruise around the Caribbean.

My heart tells me this because that's what I want to be doing.

I long to get away from the drudgery of life, of working 40 hours a week making barely enough money to pay down my debts, buy groceries, and take the boys to a movie once a month.

I long to be on a plane, heading to a destination far away where the sun in shining, experiencing the world around me, seeing new things or enjoying favorite activities with loved ones.



It's really about escaping. I sometimes just feel bogged down by every day life. When I see a plane taking off, my heart is going with it, flying away from the cares of the world to a place where, for a short time, I can be care-free.

Brad has a hobby. Well, he has a hobby besides computer programming. This hobby, however, is something that makes me insane.

When I first met Brad, he had a motion sensor in the bedroom so that when you walked into the bedroom, a light turned on automatically. It didn't turn on during the day and it didn't turn on in the middle of the night, so I believe it was programmed for evening use.

I thought this was pretty cool.

I asked him, when we moved into our new house, if he could set that up again.

He didn't.

What he did was worse.

He set up some automatic functions for some of the lights in our house. Only, I don't know what half of these functions are and I don't know how to use them. I know some of the lights switch on at a certain time in the evening. Which sounds cool when you put it that way. But with the changes of the seasons and what-not, the lights don't always come on at the best time.

And most of our light switches don't actually work like normal light switches anymore.

This is what our old switches looked like. And honestly, we do still have a few that look like this.

Weird but mostly understadable

Normal looking switches, for the most part. Up is on, down is off.

The switches that operated our living room lights were identical to this.

Now, they look like this.
Wait, what?

Yes, two light switches have now been replaced with 5 switches. Why do we need 5 light switches to operate what two used to do?

I don't know!

It used to be when I came into the living room, I could push the light switch and the light would come on. Instantly. When I left, I would push the switch again and the light would go off. Instantly.

Now, I push a switch and.... nothing happens! *grumble grumble*

Me: Brad! The light won't come on!

Brad: Use the remote.

Me: Ugh. What number is it on the remote?

Brad: Number 5.

I look at the remote.

Oh, right, sure. Push button 5. Okay.

Do you see numbers on this remote, excluding the number on the Schwan's sticker? No?

That's because there aren't any!

Me: Uh... there are no numbers on here! Which one is number 5?

Brad: The fifth one.

Me: The fifth from the top? The fifth from the bottom? Left? Right?

Brad: *condescendingly* The fifth from the top on the left. Left is on. Right is off.

Me: *thinking of different ways to murder my husband*

Once in a while, I forget that I have to use a freakin' remote to turn on the damned lights in my living room. I flip the switch. Nothing happens. *grumble grumble*

Me: Which one of these stupid switches turns on the light?

Brad: That first one.

Me: I flipped it and nothing happened!

Brad: You have to give it a few seconds.

Somehow, multiple switches which take several seconds to respond to being turned on or off and a remote control is supposed to have simplified our control of the light switches.

Somehow. I'm not sure how.

Yes, I like the fact that a lamp will turn on automatically in the evening. But when I want to switch on a light manually, by Jove, I want it to turn on! Instantly! I don't want to need an owner's manual to figure out how to operate the light switches in my house!

Brad: Well, if you'd take 10 seconds to learn how to use it right...

And he wants to do this to more of the lights in our house and won't take no for an answer.

I'm pretty sure if this happens, no jury in the world would convict me of his murder.