Home at last
Nov. 26th, 2005 08:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
susandennisThe last leg is always the most difficult. The flight is 6 hours. It's always late leaving and longer than they say it will be and I'm always so ready to be home that getting there gets harder. Last night the flight was packed but miraculously one of the very few empty seats on the entire plane was the middle seat next to me!
I had a nice snack... I am one of the few, actually maybe the only one, who actually likes the meals and snacks you buy on the plane. I like the options of having the snack box (for $5.00) and I'd much rather buy a $7.00 roast beef sandwich than be stuck with disgusting rubber chicken with vegetables that are unidentifiable. Last night I had the snack box and it was excellent.
About an hour out of Seattle I thought 'hmmmm, better locate the house keys.' Since I only had the one computer bag, the search mission was accomplished quickly. And I remembered very clearly that the house keys are in the pocket of the bag that I took to the package store yesterday and had them ship back to Seattle for me. Yep. I was fucked.
As soon as the plane landed I called Sherry and Lee. Voicemail. I left a frantic message. I called their cellphone. Voicemail. I left a frantic message. Years ago - like 13 - I gave a key to my neighbor across the hall who I never see and barely even remember her name. I found a phone book and miraculously she was listed. I called. Voicemail. I left a less frantic message because by this time I had resigned myself to just being fucked.
By the time I got outside the airport, Judy, my neighbor across the hall, called. She was home. She had the key. I was saved. By the time I got to the bus stop, Shery called. They were watching a movie and too lazy to get up and get the phone. I was double saved. By the time I got off the bus - about 4 blocks from home - the light rain had turned to hail. For a minute it looked like snow!
Judy buzzed me in and gave me the key and didn't make me stand and chat. The cats clearly spent the week pulling out every single toy they own. But all is well. It was heaven to sleep in my own bed.
I talked to Mom this morning. She thought the whole key thing was pretty funny. "It's kind of nice to learn you aren't perfect after all." I hope she's kind of relieved to have me out of her hair.
I am still in bed. I've caught up on the newspapers. I've caught up on LJ. And now I'm giving serious thought to getting up and getting dressed. I need to hunt down my spare set of building, front door and mail keys. I need to take this giant stack of papers down to the recycle bin. I need to pick up all these fucking cat toys. And I have three TiVos full of stuff and teddy bears to make.
Nothing to unpack which is really wonderful.
I had a nice snack... I am one of the few, actually maybe the only one, who actually likes the meals and snacks you buy on the plane. I like the options of having the snack box (for $5.00) and I'd much rather buy a $7.00 roast beef sandwich than be stuck with disgusting rubber chicken with vegetables that are unidentifiable. Last night I had the snack box and it was excellent.
About an hour out of Seattle I thought 'hmmmm, better locate the house keys.' Since I only had the one computer bag, the search mission was accomplished quickly. And I remembered very clearly that the house keys are in the pocket of the bag that I took to the package store yesterday and had them ship back to Seattle for me. Yep. I was fucked.
As soon as the plane landed I called Sherry and Lee. Voicemail. I left a frantic message. I called their cellphone. Voicemail. I left a frantic message. Years ago - like 13 - I gave a key to my neighbor across the hall who I never see and barely even remember her name. I found a phone book and miraculously she was listed. I called. Voicemail. I left a less frantic message because by this time I had resigned myself to just being fucked.
By the time I got outside the airport, Judy, my neighbor across the hall, called. She was home. She had the key. I was saved. By the time I got to the bus stop, Shery called. They were watching a movie and too lazy to get up and get the phone. I was double saved. By the time I got off the bus - about 4 blocks from home - the light rain had turned to hail. For a minute it looked like snow!
Judy buzzed me in and gave me the key and didn't make me stand and chat. The cats clearly spent the week pulling out every single toy they own. But all is well. It was heaven to sleep in my own bed.
I talked to Mom this morning. She thought the whole key thing was pretty funny. "It's kind of nice to learn you aren't perfect after all." I hope she's kind of relieved to have me out of her hair.
I am still in bed. I've caught up on the newspapers. I've caught up on LJ. And now I'm giving serious thought to getting up and getting dressed. I need to hunt down my spare set of building, front door and mail keys. I need to take this giant stack of papers down to the recycle bin. I need to pick up all these fucking cat toys. And I have three TiVos full of stuff and teddy bears to make.
Nothing to unpack which is really wonderful.
