...You've Got To Keep It Light Enough To Travel.
I spent a good chunk of last week climbing in and out of goddamn cigar tubes.
Which I can just barely handle these days when things go well.
But when you're forced to fly steerage/TangoDoublePlusUngood (for good reason) when working for health charities and things go wrong like, say, a three hour delay at the pandemonium end of Pearson's Terminal 1 when you're trying to get home late on a Friday night...
Well, then happens I am not a happy (or even remotely friendly) traveller.
Luckily, I had a really good mechanotransduction paper to read/figure out (to help with the discussion to a manuscript of our own that I'm working on) as well as John Irving's latest (the guy is flat-out indefatigable) to get me through it.
Still, we finally got to YVR late enough that I had to take a cab home because the last train had left already.
I really hate that given that the difference between $2.10 and $40.00 is a whole lotta daffodils.
Anyway, the next morning, Saturday, I took the Whackadoodle down to the river and noticed that there were no Helijets buzzing overhead.
Which, in my mind at least, meant the Clarklandians must have been away for the previous afternoon's big liquor announcement.
littler e. climbed into the cigar tube herself on Sunday morning. All carry-on, no checked-baggage for a trip to New Hampshire via Toronto and New York (three flights!) so that she can spend the week at a tap dance work/sweat-like-crazy-shop.
And this time next week we'll be on our way down the coast to Mendicino (the coastal county, not the town, although we will pass by the latter on our way to our friends' place just south of the magnificently bizarre hippie/fishing/flying burrito town of Point Arena).
Image at top of the post is the two E's from a California trip 12 summers ago...From the long climb up 101 south of Eureka on the way to Redway and our favourite Eel River swimming hole...Getting more and more beat-up all the time beach guitar is just visible behind them...