I'm returning from my Christmas holiday with my mother. The weather in Delaware has actually been pretty warm, and overall I had a nice stay.
They dropped me at BWI this morning, and I discovered that my flight is delayed an hour. Oh boy! An extra hour to sit in an airport. We could have gotten up at a decent hour and had a liesurely breakfast. On the plus side, it means that I will only be spending 30 minutes in Atlanta.
The rat-bastards running the airport don't have free WiFi. But with THREE hours to kill instead of TWO, I'll shell out the money. I'll bitch about it, though.
They dropped me at BWI this morning, and I discovered that my flight is delayed an hour. Oh boy! An extra hour to sit in an airport. We could have gotten up at a decent hour and had a liesurely breakfast. On the plus side, it means that I will only be spending 30 minutes in Atlanta.
The rat-bastards running the airport don't have free WiFi. But with THREE hours to kill instead of TWO, I'll shell out the money. I'll bitch about it, though.
At least I'll be travelling faster than this guy:
This is an un-married Amish man; if you look closely, you'll see that his bicycle does not have pedals. It's really a big scooter. Pedals aren't allowed; wheels are OK, but not "wheel upon wheel."
How do I know he's unmarried? The lack of facial hair.
My mother is surrounded by the Amish, and has a very friendly relationship with her neighbors; they traded baked goods and books, they quilt together, and my mother even occasionally helps them run errands. One of her neighbors dropped off a pie and a Christmas card while I was there; she had her youngest child in the same kind of baby carraige my sister used for my niece, all blue nylon and plastic wheels.
My mother's kitchen cabinets are all Amish-built, as is her kitchen table.
It's a far cry from Fort Lauderdale, let's leave it at that.
I'll be home tonight, and I'll stumble into the life that was interrupted by a cat bite a week ago; I had intended to do laundry and a few other things in the time between my discovery of the red streaks and departing for the airport two days later. No complaints - I'm around to do them.
How do I know he's unmarried? The lack of facial hair.
My mother is surrounded by the Amish, and has a very friendly relationship with her neighbors; they traded baked goods and books, they quilt together, and my mother even occasionally helps them run errands. One of her neighbors dropped off a pie and a Christmas card while I was there; she had her youngest child in the same kind of baby carraige my sister used for my niece, all blue nylon and plastic wheels.
My mother's kitchen cabinets are all Amish-built, as is her kitchen table.
It's a far cry from Fort Lauderdale, let's leave it at that.
I'll be home tonight, and I'll stumble into the life that was interrupted by a cat bite a week ago; I had intended to do laundry and a few other things in the time between my discovery of the red streaks and departing for the airport two days later. No complaints - I'm around to do them.
Philadelphia International is much better, it's at least a lot easier to get a ride to.
ReplyDeleteDulles doesn't have free WiFi either.