What a view, right? I'm on the way back from the Cayman Islands, and the "weather" in Houston (connecting city to DFW), is "bad" and "the pattern is full." I kid you not, the pilot actually said that. So after circling the beautiful gulf coast a dozen times, we're finally out of fuel and Sir Turtle decided to dip down to Corpus to refuel, then get back in the air and try to get in line to land in Houston. They aren't letting anyone off the plane, surprise surprise, so it's getting pretty hot, and I get to watch the short tempered people go insane for front row entertainment. Of course we may not actually be out of fuel. And since I have time to speculate, it might be that Captain Turtle and his first mate finished watching Top Gun and they decided to land to get another movie before we head on to Houston. Or, maybe, just maybe, the electrical thing that sent us back to the gate in Cayman went bad again, and there are a few trusty Texans here in Corpus to fix it. Maybe then we'll get back in the air. But I digress.

Weather is a convenient scapegoat for airlines. Quoting Tommy Boy, "I've seen it a hundred times." Weather or not, I'm 6 for 6 on delayed Cayman Airways flights in recent months. : ) If you read the fine print, weather is pretty much the only cause for delays that the airline doesn't have to help you cope with. Nine times out of ten, if "weather" is cited, you're on your own for hotels and such. What to do in Corpus if I'm stuck here? Any good shows to see, things to do? Personally, I'd like to get out and play Frisbee on the tarmac. But I only can assume that the police cars that are outside the plane won't go for that. I don't think there are customs here, so our plane is getting treated like a federal hazard it looks like. Regardless, everyone is up in the isle and the line for the lavatory is the full length of the isle. Great news, they just announced that the rum punch cart is going to make a trip down the isle. Cayman Airways serves the famed island drink for free, in an all you can drink fashion. Or really in an all you can catch the flight attendants attention fashion. I'm actually hoping someone goes crazy and starts yelling stuff. You always see that kind of thing on TV, but I've never seen someone let their air travel anger level boil over the top to qualify for certifiable insanity.

There is nothing to look at out of the window. Occasionally Continental Airlines puts another plane in the air, and back on the ground. But really, the view is quite like looking at a whole lot of nothing, like watching the grass grow, or paint dry. My GSM card is connected to the internet at about 1KB/Sec, so I'm not going to get anything truly productive done. I set the desktop picture on my laptop to a picture I took just days ago, so I guess I can just stare at that and wish I was still there. This whole "going home" thing is really over-rated. Katie and Ava and I are all but begging for residency in Grand Cayman. I need to live there. The concrete jungle in Dallas isn't all it's cracked up to be. The main problem is that a comparable home in Cayman to our suburban Dallas home would cost about 4.5 million. But other than the 4.5 million that isn't between the couch cushions, our bags are by the door and we're packed to move.

That's all for now from the Corpus Christi tarmac.