The yellow-brick road was a little muddy today. Making travel difficult. I arrived at the airport early enough to take the 10 am plane but was scheduled for the 11:00 one so I decided to wait it out because my baggage was on the later plane and I knew I wouldn’t be able to clear customs without it. But . . . the 11:00 plane was forty minutes late getting into Toronto, so, even though I did get through customs in time, the plane left a minute before I got to the gate. They had already put me on a 3 pm plane to Newark but didn’t tell me so I had rushed to get the 1:40 one. But then . . . the 3 pm plane didn’t leave until 5 pm so . . . I didn’t get into Newark until after 6. I am now at Tamar’s house but she and Damian have gone into NYC to meet Dan and go to the Bitter End to see Damian’s drum teacher perform with his rock group. Without me!
I had one other horrendous plane experience. When Tamar et al were living in LA and Damian was about a year and a half. It was just after New Year’s and everyone was going back to school, myself included. Being very trusting (or naïve), I rarely check to see if planes are on time. So when I got to the airport early in the morning on a very warm sunny January day in LA, I discovered all planes were canceled because of a snowstorm in Toronto. When I finally got to Toronto (late that night), there were crowds of people hoping to get on the plane. As I no longer had a reservation, I was one of the hopefuls. But also because I had an airmiles ticket, I didn’t expect much. Sitting there, recovering from a bout of the flu, with a stuffy nose and slight fever, not feeling so great from all the waiting around, next to me was a young man on his cell phone yelling at his mother, telling her she had to get him on this plane, she had to do something right away, etc. etc. Everyone was looking at him but he kept at it. He did get on that plane. And, to my surprise, so did I.
Now I am happily here, settling in, playing their piano, looking forward to seeing them again, probably in the middle of the night when they return from Manhattan. Meanwhile I’m glad not to have to travel again for a week.
Posted by leya at December 19, 2006 10:34 PM | TrackBack