Up In the Frackin’ Air, and It’s No George Clooney Movie, Y’all
March 12, 2010
OK. OK. I’m all settled now. But if you’d seen me about twenty minutes ago, you would have mistaken me for one of those beleaguered airport residents who had LOST IT, one of the travel zombies, the undead, who left their homes at four dark o’clock, intent on reaching a destination and feeling sort of good about how the day was going to lay out. One of the pale, underfed, over-be-bagged wretches who disembarked from the first leg of the flight to discover that, woe betide them, the connecting flight left twenty minutes ago.
Oh, yeah, that’s me in the Delta Sky Club over there, on a one-day Pity Pass, looking around the place and seeing some of my fellow wretches all trying to make sense of it all.
It’s OK. It’s going to be OK. The bummer part is that instead of arriving at lunchtime, I’m arriving at dinnertime, with a free bonus trip from Cincinnati to MInneapolis thrown in, on the way to Madison.
MADISON!!!!! O WISCONSIN!!!! The Madison Knitters Guild Knit-In!!! I MISS YOU ALREADY AND I HAVEN’T EVEN SEEN YOU!
I do have knitting, but it’s not enough knitting for this situation, and I can’t really believe I’ve miscalculated so badly. I’m usually overstuffed with travel knitting. No yarn shop in the Cincinnati airport.
Off to go re-wallow in your Liberty field trip. No Liberty of London in the Cincinnati airport.
I wonder where the Suitcase of MDK Handknits is right this minute. I’m SURE it wasn’t on that huge uncovered trolley of bags I saw sitting parked in the rain on the tarmac. There was a guy out there wrapped up in a mitered square blanket. I KNOW that was a coincidence.