When you are delayed because of equipment at a small airport you don’t have many options.
My fate today.
I’m glad I made a point of coming early. As it was, the rebooking line was long and the app was not too helpful. One person was at the counter until I was the next one; two more showed up.
I just might, if all goes well, make my original flight from ATL northward. Everything needs to go smoothly and the gates can’t be too far apart. I don’t have a bag checked so I’m not worried about that. I hope that they will try to get us in a bit early. I have a sense that they “pad” arrival times so they report better ontime averages. Cynical?
I just had a note from Delta that my flight from ATL is delayed about 20 minutes, which gives me a little buffer.
It’s an evolving – not to say kinetic – scenario. We shall see.
Meanwhile, this airport reminds me of what most airports were back in the day: people looking for plugins for their gear. I have a coveted plug by a window, which I will give up when my gizmo gets back in safe zone.
We have an airplane, which is disgorging as a write. Delta sent a note that my flight out of ATL is delayed 20 minutes, which provides a buffer.
The bag handler was singing as we entered the plane: ?”Oh my bags are packed….” ?
Landing in ATL was a bumpy affair which I am fairly sure left pieces of the aircraft on the runway.
As it turns out my dash from The End Of C to The End Of E went well in that in incurred no visible injuries and I arrived a couple minutes before scheduled boarding. Here I find that we are delayed for 20 minutes, so I can breathe for a while before we board.
There was a great guy on the last flight, a retired Ranger who travels a lot now for his work but manages to get to Mass every day and spend time in Adoration. There’s a guy who “leads the way”. As we went different directions he said, “I love being Catholic!” The ring of truth was bracing and helpful.
Some interloper is trying to connect to my phone. Grrrr. KNOCK IT OFF.
I’ll find you!
In fact I should let him connect and then play him either recordings of my sermons or some of my soothing Chinese folk music.
With all the delays a rushing around etc., I pulled my usual and, as I get settled, I pulled my brim down and slept through the take off, massive turbulence (they never did get the service carts out) and didn’t wake until the pressure change forced me to consciousness for a view of the shore of Chicago.
Alas, phone photos at night don’t do it justice.
Arriving at my friendly destination, it was time to make supper… saltimbocca for three and spinaches.
With the application of prosciutto, into the pan it goes with a dash of flour.
Spooning the beautiful hotness of the oil and butter over the veal.
Spinach into SUPER hot oil that I had had a few cloves of garlic in. I pulled them out. There’s enough moisture in the spinach.
With a squeeze of lemon.
POW! Saltimbocca alla romana con spinaci in padella. FAST!
The other day, a reader said that I had better soon produce a Fr. Z’s Kitchen post to cheer him up.
Here we are, on the fly, after flights and airports and blech.
Tomorrow, downtown to meet people etc.