I've mentioned my acrophobia here before. I have no idea why I'm afraid of heights, but I just know I have been for as long as I can remember. People have nightmares that involve being chased or haunted by ghostly images. In my nightmares, I'm always up someplace high like a skyscraper or a billboard, or the worst - a billboard atop a skyscraper - and the only way down is to jump or climb.
Seriously, I once had one of these nightmares in which I was on top of a precarious stack of chairs. What the...? Yes, my nightmares are of chairs?
My first memory of this fear was when I was a toddler, and my dad lovingly picked me up and placed me on his shoulders - a thing most kids seem to strangely enjoy.
I was terrified. He put me down, back on my beloved terra firma. So much for that bonding moment.
So, in summary, a ride in a hot air balloon does not appeal to me. But I like looking at them from the ground.
When I got home, Chaco had texted me this photo. The hot air balloon I'd seen floated over his house and landed in the field across the street.
It's a hot air balloon with no friggin' basket! I had to look closer:
Where were the propane and burners?
Oh there they are - strapped to his un-basketed back!
I asked Chaco about it later. He said the guy was basically sitting in a lawn chair with a propane tank as a backpack.
Maybe I'm envious. It does seem like fun, in theory. But I'm pretty sure if I went up in a balloon, I would want to spend the entire time, tucked in the fetal position at the bottom of the basket. What to do if there's no basket??
Well, it's Halloween, so I'm thinking of scary things. Last night, I was tutoring one of my younger students, a pleasant talented-and-gifted 8th grader. She was telling me of her and her friends' plans for Halloween, and I mentioned that I'd bought a bunch of candy, but wasn't sure how many trick-or-treaters we'd have since it was currently snowing.
"*GASP*", she gasped, "I've never seen snow!"
She lives in Florida where, "it's summer all the time". I don't think I'd like that, I've always lived where there were seasonal changes. Just when I get sick of one season, it goes away and is replaced. Our winter often arrives around Halloween. Not typically scary.
|Back yard this morning|
But if anyone shows up dressed as a STACK OF CHAIRS, I'm out!!
What scares you?