Ach ach ach.. Home at last, the urge to pee becoming dangerously urgent as I fumble with the keys, but only an hour and a half to get done what I wanted to get done before venturing out once more. New York, it's moving. I'll probably only get to this.
Shuffle the tunes, off we go.
I'll Take You There
Thanksgiving maybe needs more. I had a great time in Baltimore, it was relatively quiet and peaceful and I caught up on a lot of sleep. Just what I wanted. It's ironic that I find peace and quiet in holidays with kids and distant relatives and not so-relatives. But the escape from my daily routine, and more importantly the inner life that goes with it, is welcomed.
Skip - Indigo Girls to Dylan
Wednesday afternoon I left work early to make it to Linden NJ in plenty of time to meet Dad. Hiking Route 9 in Linden, I found the airstrip with no trouble, but failed to find the door. As I circled the barbed perimeter for 45 minutes, it occured to me that they don't design these things with pedestrians in mind. I watched the plane land, confirmed the tail number, and cursed the dern fog. Finally I got Dad on the cell phone and he spotted me, and asked the man where the entrance was. A good 30 minute walk. Assured that they wouldn't call the cops or shoot at me, I climbed over the fence. No rips.
I'm Only Sleeping
The flight was beautiful. We flew right over the teeming highways, comfortable and speedy in our warm cabin, and with a gorgeous sunset lazily extended by the altitude. Had a good laugh at the Air France pilots accent. It made us think of Mom.
Skip - Cash, Bowie, land on Young
Cut it short. Last couple days. Saturday was nice, slept late, hung out with Mom and Dad all day. Dad got a new laptop, I helped him set it up. We went to dinner, pitcher of Sangria, then to see Spy Game. It was a nice day, it's great to spend some time with just the two of them, they're wonderful, inspiring people.
Cavern
I took Amtrak's new super fast train back from Baltimore yesterday. Acela. Sounds Swedish. The train was lovely, comfortable and fast. But it occured to me that what makes train rides often irritating isn't the comfort of the train, it's the other people. And believe it or not, they have the nerve to allow other people to sit near me, even in Business Class. So I still have to deal with fashion conversation ahead, mother and two kids not doing their homework beside, and kicking from behind. It seems I'll need my own train.
Saint Louis Blues
The best picture I got this weekend, not surprisingly it's of Lauren.
Free Fallin'
That's all the time I have for this for now. I go...
Southbound
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