Sunset at 30,000 Feet

We do a lot of traveling. All of us- me, Ben, and the kids. 

We always have.

In fact, my kids think air travel is like bus travel- normal, pedestrian, easy.

I’ve often times admonished them for bartering with their father for flights. 

“Daddy? If I could just visit Rachel in NYC for her birthday I’d be the happiest daughter in the world, and I can stay with Chase so it’ll be cheap. He needs a visit because you don’t visit him that often. Not that you don’t want to, it’s just because you’re so busy doing important things. I really understand. And Rachel wants me to tell you she loves you! And so do I.”

Oh boy.

I’ve banned them all from talking to each other a time or two- nothing good comes from it- at least nothing my wallet is in love with, as in…

Chase has been to far flung places like Europe, the Middle East, and Japan.

He stays at great hotels and pisses off custom agents.

“Hey Dad. I’m stuck in Heathrow. They won’t let me through customs ’cause I told them the truth about my paid gigs. They said I need a WORK VISA, but my equipment is on the other side of the fence. Shut up! Yea. That’s right. AMERICA. American Rock-n-Roll you toothless wonder. Jesus. Dad, you ever have these types of problems? And, oh yea, we lost our hotel reservation ’cause of the stupid hold-up so could ya book us a room? Maybe two? And I could use some moola. Got robbed in Berlin, or maybe it was that girl? Anyways…”

Sweet Mother Mary save me from them, and…

Bryn has been to Europe- all over. She’s even lived there- twice. She used airplanes like cabs. And cabs like backpacks. And backpacks like big wallets full of my money. 

Oh, to be my children (I really must remember to be reincarnated as one or the other).

But I can’t blame them. After all, we’ve made it easy, salt-of-the-Earth parents that we’ve been. 

Support. Support. Support.

Don’t let them fall. Give them a chance. Invest in their future because the future is our children, blahblahblah….

Turns out- it all turned out. Well.

Bryn is the best educated american of this century. She will become a veterinarian- or President, I’m not sure.

Chase has gotten himself an awesome, one-of-a-kind, lotto numbers, Academy Award winning, next century, You Only Live Once kinda job. And they LOVE HIM. He keeps getting bonuses, and raises. And kuddo’s and respect. He has a wonderful, beautiful, smart girlfriend and an amazing top floor apartment in NYC.

And, ….wait for it….wait for it…. they’re not costing me a cent anymore!

Except the occasional airplane ticket to come see Momma, 
but not before a sunset at 30,000 feet. 
Sweet.




  • shelly - Lucky you. Job well done then.ReplyCancel

  • Kathy @ SMART Living 365.com - Okay Cheryl…I just found your blog and I’m wondering what I have to do to get adopted myself!!!! Really…I’m VERY young at heart and I love to travel too 🙂 ~KathyReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - Hahaaaaa- I love you already! So funny. Just come for a visit- I’ll do the cooking! So nice to make a new friend!ReplyCancel

  • Natalie DeYoung - Very VERY jealous of all the traveling! Can I please be reincarnated as one of your children?ReplyCancel

  • Angel The Alien - Will you adopt me? 😉ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - Yes, Angel, I will. Because I really appreciate your writing/sharing/thoughts and how you extend yourself. You are one of my inspirations.ReplyCancel

  • Bryan Jones - Great to hear of your children’s success; it is clear that you’ve dedicated a lot of time to them and it has reaped rewards. Similarly, I’m proud of my two kids (19 & 23). I do, however, reflect on whether Mrs Jones and I have struck the optimal balance between support/over-protection (or even over-indulgence). We can only do our best and hope.ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - Ben and I have ‘decided’ not to worry about the over-indulgence part anymore. The kids(25 and 28) have grown into such responsible, contributing adults that we’re not beating ourselves up about all of those kinds of rearview questions anymore. It’s really nice to hear from another ‘mature’ parent on this blog. I appreciate your chiming in and our conversations Bryan.ReplyCancel

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