I forgot to mention something about my trip out to Australia. If you are also my Facebook friend, you already know because my friend posted a picture of us.
There was a 7-hour delay between the 4:30pm arrival of my flight in Los Angeles from Washington DC and the 11:20pm departure of my flight to Australia. A few days before I left, I remembered my good friend in L.A. who we will call Albert because that is his name. He is a fabulous guy and I remain amazed that he hasn’t been snapped up by some worthy woman. In fact, I’m going to tell you — because he will probably not read this — that I have always thought he is one of the nicest people I have ever met.
I e-mailed Albert before I left to see if he might have time to meet on Saturday night as I would “be in town” and later clarified that I’d like to buy him dinner…at the airport. 🙂 At the time, it didn’t occur to me that I could leave the airport. Duh! To cut a long story short, he picked me up, we ate for some hours at a local restaurant (I paid!) and he dropped me back off later. A fantastic way to break up a flight!
After arriving in Los Angeles at 6:30am on the way back to Washington, I found that Albert had the temerity to go to work that Thursday. Hrmpph!
I chatted sweetly to the people in the Admirals Club and they switched my flight from a 2:15pm departure to a 9am departure. They also gave me a key to the showers (I accidentally discovered it only unlocks a specific shower — which I realize is a Good Thing). Let me tell you, traveling in a premium class on an international flight is waaayyy more fun than going Cattle Class.
After a shave and yet another wonderful shower (I’m getting a little obsessed about these, aren’t I?), I sat peacefully through the trip to Washington.
Near the end, the pilot said the “weather had returned” (how can “weather” leave??) and we would be re-routed to Richmond, Virginia. Huh? A few minutes later, he said, “Just kidding, they got it wrong, the flights after ours will be sent to Richmond” and we bounced down onto a rain-drenched airport (I am not joking — the pilots blamed it on a computerized landing). My iPhone lit up with about 30 Breaking News and News Alert emails telling me that it was raining. Raining hard enough that all kinds of major and minor roads were flooded. Hmmm. How is my basement waterproofing holding up, I wondered.
From the Airport Access Road that directly links the airport with the major highways, I saw all the stopped cars on the Toll Road and realized this must be serious. I decided not to surprise the girls with an early arrival but to call ahead.
A sobbing Brigitte picked up the phone to tell me that the rain was pouring in the basement through the window and she was trying to mop up. Oh no. I told her to be calm, it’s OK, we’ll figure it out. She needn’t feel the pressure…
I finally picked my way through the heavy traffic, after watching water pour off bridges and rush across flooded roads. From inside, I could see that outside the house, the rain had filled the basement window well and was leaking through the window and down inside the wall. In doing so, it was bypassing my waterproofing. Oh no.
Needless to say, my relaxing flight was over. It was all hands on deck to clean up the mess.
I put on some rain gear, emptied the window well (which stopped the flooding) and covered it to stop more rain getting in.
Shortly after that, I was in a hurried and harried shower (not up to my current standards at all). Drying off, I read more of my Dire Warning e-mails and discovered that a “credible” threat has been made against Washington or New York on or near 9/11. Guess I should have been checking my work e-mail too while I was away. Oops.
So my second piece of bad news is that apparently we’re all going to die soon. Or maybe just some of us. Or maybe it’s all just noise. Or maybe they’ll be quietly caught and nothing will happen. Watch this space…
It dawned as 9/9 and I missed half it because my body decided I needed a little ‘catch-up’ on sleep. I didn’t wake up until after 1pm. Yikes! It’s only 1 or 2 days a year that I sleep as long as 8 hours in a night, so I must have really needed the sleep.
9/9 is, as you may dimly recall, my birthday. There are none of the promised photos for anyone because the last week has been too busy to set that up. Did I enjoy the birthday that’s just finished? Not really, only a small part of it. Overall, it was the worst birthday ever.
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Just now, I’ve decided not to share the details of the day. At least not yet. Let’s just say that I seriously considered giving up on everything for a while. There’s really only so much I can cope with at once. I don’t say this to elicit more of the kind support I’ve already received, but to explain one of two reasons that I’m considering shutting down this blog for a while. I apologize in advance for being oblique.
If I do shut down the blog, I will lurk around for a while. I will catch up on responding to comments that I have received but not replied to yet, and will add my sometimes good, sometimes bad, sometimes funny comments to posts on your blogs.
For now, it’s just good night.