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 monday, april 2Red Planet, missing luggage and ice - Last Wednesday, I returned "The life of Eamon, September 2000 - February 2001" to Kozmo, during my attempts to tie up all the loose ends that unraveled during the move. But, if I returned a family home video, where was Red Planet? Well, silly, I packed it. Ah, Red Planet. Tepid in theatres, but wonderful white noise to accompany those last few moments of packing. The 20% of the stuff that requires 80% of the effort to complete. The errant tape was found, packed, unpacked, and returned. But Life of Eamon? No word yet. And what did US Airways entertain us with en route to Philadelphia? Red Planet. Needless to say, I did not fork over the $5 for the headset. - My luggage and I were separated for 24 hours due to foul weather in Philadelphia and an unreal flight connection. I was to transfer to one of those smaller planes that park out in the back forty. The shuttle had left but they found a man in a van to take me out to join my fellow passengers. It was dark and wet and he couldn't see the traffic lines painted on the ground and drove willy nilly towards the smaller planes. I did make it, though in the end, my stomach wishes it hadn't. Is it my imagination or do those planes roll like a boat in choppy waters? My stomach was thoroughly convinced and you might guess the rest. It wasn't pretty. - I'd long forgotten the simple pleasure of bashing away at melting ice with a shovel. Sliding the flat edge of a spade under that bit of ice that's melted away from the pavement and popping it free from the burg. It's a very satisfying way to spend half an hour. Or maybe I'm just stubborn. Last week? Moving and travel. |
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