When I was in Kindergarten, my parents bought me a book called Mrs. Discombobulous. It was not only the greatest title I'd ever seen, but it was filled with delicious words like vixen, virago, tyrant and tartar.So the word 'discombobulate' is a word it seems like I've always known to refer to someone who is emotionally perplexed and who can't think clearly.
Those who know me know I'm not a great traveler. Discombobulated is how I feel when I travel, especially by airplane. Maybe it's the space limitation, the air quality, and the noise that wear away at me. Maybe it's the whiff of peril I always feel upon takeoff, when an enormous metal machine pretends to have feathers. It could just be the whole airport security protocol travelers are run through today.
Regardless, this picture was taken at the airport in Milwaukee, and I thought it was a smashing acknowledgement to the effect traveling through airports can have on a person. Workers there have given the post-security area, where passengers can lace up their shoes and reassemble their carryons, a new name. How fitting is that?I'm working on creating my own Recombobulation space for 2010.
6 comments:
Peggy, you're back!
How nice.
And yes, I think we could all do with recombobulation spaces. xx
So glad you're back! I have missed you. It was discombobulating.
Love the airport sign - someone actually has a sense of humor. That is miraculous.
xx
I've missed you! Glad to find you writing again.
I need one of those signs above my computer desk!
Hey, I saw you in the comments over at Kat's. So nice to see you back, dear friend. You've been missed!
Wow, you had Margaret's books in the US...awesome. Mrs Discombobulous is still on my shelf, one of my favourites and I have always identified with her.
cherio,
Angela
from Christchurch, New Zealand.
Angela, wonderful to hear from you! I've not often run into someone who grew up with Mrs. Discombobulous. It's great to know there's a kindred spirit out there. :-D
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