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2003-11-19 - 6:34 p.m.

I’m back in Canada now, and a day late at that, due to weather in Houston delaying my flight out to 1:30 yesterday afternoon. Now the task of prying my many gubbins out of the suitcases I wedged them in and putting them back in the places they normally belong begins.*

Airline mumbo-jumbo usually involves assurances that contents of the overhead compartment may have shifted during flight, but when I opened my stowed suitcase I discovered that contents of your luggage may also shift during being flung about wildly by baggage-throwers hopped up on crack. My clothes and miscellanous other goods were packed into a strange vacuum-like suitcase-shaped cube on one end of the case, and the other was completely empty. I couldn’t have managed this if I’d sat on the damn thing to zip it up. Most impressive.

Note to travelers: if you are going to be on three planes in one day as I was, you are going to grow so tired of the instructional safety lecture at the beginning of the flight that you will be tempted to run up and strangle the flight attendant with that little bit of seatbelt they use to demonstrate the belt buckle.

In any case, I’m home now, and my brain is slowly readjusting to my life here, which should do something to increase the regularity of postings here. Thirst for my drivel no more!




* This gives me an idea for a decorating scheme -- little marker outlines around everything you own, a la your-dad's-workshop-tool-pegboard.


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