I am in here.
I don’t know why our plane has to sit here burning up 1000 pounds of fuel until we are light enough to use the only runway open for business now here in the Denver International Airport, but here we sit. At least they’re giving us wine and whatnot, and letting us use the small electronics. … Continue reading (written on the plane home)
“Unattended baggage will be sold as slaves” is what I thought the loudspeakers were saying yesterday as we unloaded our stuff at the curb of the airport in Cincinnati. I think I have “wishful hearing,” combining what was actually said with a silly joke plaque I’ve seen in restaurants — “Unattended children will be sold … Continue reading The end of summer
I’ve just made Peter and me the last cups of tea that we’ll drink together in the evening. We are watching the last bunch of TV we watch together. Tomorrow we take him to college. Yes, we’ll drink tea at other times, and watch TV together late at night. But now, this is the last … Continue reading The last evening at home
I am back from a week-long sojourn at the Mountain. Figuratively speaking. Details upon request. I have been back for a couple of days, but am only now getting properly readjusted to my natural, home-like environment. But I traipse off again soon (Monday) to take Peter to college for the very first time. We stay … Continue reading back from the mountain
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