Saturday, June 8, 2024

Adventure at the Airport

 I thought I was smart making an airplane reservation for 11:30 to get home from a writer's retreat. I was wrong.

Firstly, we had to catch the shuttle from the island near Washington State at 8 am, which meant that we'd miss breakfast.  No problem - I had a breakfast bar.

Secondly the shuttle took a couple of hours to get to the Seattle airport, but it made it in time.

Thirdly, when I went to the desk that had a lovely HELP sign above it, when it was my turn to ask for help, they told me it was only for people who wanted to declare a gun !!  not me.  

Fourthly, they directed me to the actual help desk, where I explained that I was returning from a writer's retreat where they had no printer so I could't print out my plane ticket, but I did take a picture of the "ticket" that was supposed to have gone to my phone, but my iPhone was too old to accept it, so could they help me?   They did.  They printed out a ticket for me and checked my suitcase right there. NICE.

Fifthly, they directed me to walk to the END of the airport to access the correct security. So I walked and walked (almost got my mile walk in just doing this. :) 

Sixthly, it turned out that at this point I was no where near my gate.  I had to take a train to another building.  No seats.  Just clinging to a pole.  Fine. I can do that.  BUT, to get to the train I had to go down TWO escalators, because the elevator was closed.  (at this point in my life, I get vertigo when I go down an escalator, so closing my eyes, I went down, down, down. 

Seventhly, yes, I went up two escalators to get back up to the flight area.  Only 9 gates.  Mine was gate 9. Do you suppose that it was the first gate by the escalator?  Nope.  It was the last gate away.  By this time I was wondering if I would even make it to the plane before it took off.

Eighthly, yes, I made it just as passengers were being loaded.

Ninthly, But I had planned to re-charge my cell phone while waiting for the plane to load, but no there was no time for that.   Guess what?  The phone charger near my seat was broken -- so I pulled out my back up book and read my way home.

(at least this time they were serving food and snacks on the trip back home)

Tenthly, Yes, I did have just enough charge left in my phone so that I could inform the shuttle that I had arrived at San Diego and he picked me up and took me home.  Had a great conversation with him about the areas of San Diego we passed. (he took a short cut)  

Thursday, June 6, 2024

Me - On Stage and off

Someone on Facebook mentioned attending a production of The Magic Flute, which kicked off memories of my own stage experience:

I was in the Magic Flute in Middle School -- as the back end of the dragon. And the stupid guy up front didn't even go far enough on stage so that anyone knew I was there. 🙂  
Other attempts to be on stage included a failure ballet recital, Several high school orchestra performances (and messing up a solo part), plus - teen me participating in the Ohio Valley Orchestra with adults (because they needed a bassoonist) and sitting beside a guy who went on to be part of a famous rock band.

Also - me being in the college stage orchestra ( in the orchestra pit, of course) of The Music Man, and later being assistant to the light guy for several years which consisted of me running my finger along the Playscript so that he knew where they were in the action on the stage and he could pull the correct lights 

Saturday, May 18, 2024

Memories of being a child in the Pocono Mountains

 I am the child who ran up mountains.

clutching the lunch my mother made.
When the sun is right above you, she said,
eat your lunch then turn around and head back home.
So I did.

I sat on the sun-warmed, lichen decorated rocks
and ate my lunch while sheep grazed around me.
I picked buttercups and held them under my chin
knowing that they showed that I liked butter
and then headed back home with the sun warming my back.

No matter how often I tried,
I never made it to the top of that mountain.

Tuesday, May 14, 2024

Hiking with friends - maybe

 There used to be a group of writers who met periodically to hike near my area, so I joined them a few times.  

Well ! We'd start out together, but zoom - that was the last I saw of them. Every so often someone would slow down and walk with me for a time, then go rejoin the fast group. I realized that I'd have to continue walking alone at my own pace. ( hint- I use a cane for long walks. I'm fine puttering around my house without a cane.)

Sunday, April 14, 2024

Growing up in the 1940s

 Another memory of the 1940s.

I hiked a mountain at age 6. Tried to reach the top. never made it. Was ordered by mom to eat my packed lunch when the sun was overhead and then head back home. So I did, usually on a large rock in a sheep pasture. That was in the Appalachian mountains of PA, so the mountains  were grassy or wooded all the way up. No impossible cliff faces like in the western mountains. Yes, we all ran around a lot and only came home when the streetlights came on. (twilight)

This was before my youngest sister was born. Don was the baby and taking up all of Mom's time. Sandy a preschooler. We lived in Monroeton, PA and kids just roamed because parents were busy with other things or other children. They trusted us to have good sense and an instinct for danger and we usually proved them right. (I bugged her for some time before she let me go hike the mountain. And then it became something that I did, by myself, in the summertime. )

A few years before that when we lived in Towanda, she let me walk home by myself from kindergarten, so a friend and I took a shortcut that was an hour longer than our regular walk. We hiked through alleys and people's back yards. We collected empty pop bottles and turned them into the corner store for two cents each. (considering that recycling plastic bottles these days only earns us a dime, that sort of income stream hasn't risen much.) Yes, mom did panic when we didn't show up on time and forbade us to ever take THAT shortcut again. 🙂

Saturday, April 13, 2024

Rain on the West Coast compared to the East Coast

 Oh no! It's pouring rain, the people of Southern California say.  

I look out my window. There's a slight sprinkle. That's a rainstorm?  

(When a normal rain comes, They call it an Atmospheric River and people who bought houses near a stream or river are totally surprised when it overflows its banks. Or when it tumbles down a hillside, gathering stuff as it flows down.

Really? You thought that was a good place to build a house. -or buy one already build?) 

People's attitude about water falling from the sky is so different here, where one-tenth of an inch is normal with a total of 7 - maybe 10 inches in a year. (I have never worn my raincoat here - didn't need it)  

Compared to the 40-50+ inches a year on the east coast of the USA. So different.

Wednesday, April 10, 2024

Author is unrecognized by fan

My day job was being a children's librarian at a public library. 

I was amused when a boy and his mother brought one of my books to the Information Desk and asked ME if the book was any good. (It was one of my biographies.)  

I told them that it was well researched and it was a good read and that I knew the author, hoping that they would notice my name tag and make the connection, but no.