Sanna's Bag

“I never seem to have what I need when I need it. I’m going to make a belt-bag that’s bigger on the inside than on the outside, and just carry everything with me.”

Monday, November 13, 2006

Home at last

I woke this morning to the most wonderful sound. Jack was sitting on my chest and purring hard enough to shake his old bones apart. He was SO glad to have us home!!

American Aaaairlines didn't make much profit in Orlando last night. They had an entire airline full of fooolks to put up in a hotel because their plane to Bogata Columbia didn't get off the ground. They over-booked nearly every other flight going out that night, and were offering $300 vouchers and first class seats on the next flight out (at 2AM?)to anyone who would give up their seats. But most of the trvelers were parents with multiple kidlets, and the kidlets were overstimulated and exhausted to the screaming point from a week at Disneyworld. It should be considered child abuse to fly 3 thousand miles and drag a child under the age of six around a theme park just to meet some poor teenager in a cartoon-character costume.And often, the parents are just as cranky as the kids. I heard the guy behind me snarl, "No, I won't hug you. I'm watching the movie!" I wanted to stand up and bitch-slap him.

Our flight was almost an hour late getting out of the gate because it took that long to persuade four people to give up their seats. Then they had to hold our connecting flight for us because about thirty of us would have been stuck in Dallas-Fort Worth overnight if they didn't. They had an agent standing just outside the door of the plane, and directing us down a metal stair to a bus standing ready on the tarmac. We were then whisked around the outside of the airport to our proper gate and dragged our sorry asses up another set of cold metal steps in the darkness to find our seats on the waiting plane. Of course, everyone already on board was vexed with us for keeping them from home - as if it were our fault.

So, at the end, we landed at 12 instead of 11, all our luggage arrived with us, and we made it home through driving rain and wind to find that our cat sitter had done a stellar job! And for the first time in over ten days, I got a lovely soaky hot bath!!! Yayyyy!

I will post some more pictures just as soon as I unpack the cables and stuff.

7 Comments:

  • At 2:36 PM , Blogger Lucia said...

    Could air travel get much more like steerage? But you made it home and now have cats to purr at you and laundry to do.

     
  • At 3:10 PM , Anonymous LindaG said...

    Welcome home and THANKS for the lovely account of your great vacation! Love --

     
  • At 5:12 PM , Blogger Janette said...

    WELCOME HOME!!!

    I thoroughly enjoyed your holiday. Looking forward to the photos.

    Pleased to hear the kitties were cared for so well.

     
  • At 7:43 PM , Blogger JulieLoves2Knit said...

    Gosh it sounds like you had a wonderful time - but got back just in time for the rain - lots of it isn't there.
    You won't believe who called me yesterday - out of the blue - Betty Rennett - the weirdness of all these reconnections is getting to me!!
    Glad you had a great time.

     
  • At 8:43 PM , Blogger Pat K said...

    At least once you got home you didn't have to deal with the revenge of the crapweasles. That would have really capped off the return flight from hell. Can't wait to see pictures.

     
  • At 9:28 AM , Blogger Tammy said...

    So glad you are back!! It sounded like an awesome trip, well, maybe not the last legs of it. Now you are home and able to relax with a cup of tea, and stay in.

     
  • At 6:39 PM , Blogger Amy Lane said...

    That's funny about getting stranded in Florida--we once got stranded in Atlanta during the first leg of a return trip home from Baltimore--all in all, from the time we pulled out of the driveway at the in-law's house to the time we pulled into our own driveway, it was almost a full 24 hours...Trystan & Bryar were 9 & 7--by the time we hit LAX they were trashed... Bryar took this moment to totally pick a fight w/her dad and have a COMPLETE meltdown.... all of LAX could hear her screaming I WANT TO GO HHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMEEEEEEEE...... When the next set of flight attendants came on shift I saw one of them look at us in askance... this was a commuter flight and we looked like we'd been through a war... in response to that look, the other attendant responded:"Them? Oh honey...THEY'RE going HOME!"

     

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