I’m at the airport because I have to leave The Cupboard Under The Stairs.
No, it’s not because I didn’t pay my power bill.
It’s about building inspection or … something. A likely story.
So, I’m taking it on the road during the days the power is off.
It had a harrowing start.
I was on my way and realized I had forgotten my phone (aka The Precious). I contemplated leaving anyway, but the blog has been under DoS attack recently which requires that I do server things to get it working. Also, I make plans on the fly. Given that Delta is so often late, we went home and we fetched it, Precious, yes we did. That meant a somewhat swifter trip to the airport than usual. I managed to get to the gate a couple minutes before boarding because, as usual, Delta was – surprise – late.
This process guaranteed that I need less coffee this morning.
The experience demonstrates how attached – nay, rather – hooked we at these days on our gizmos. There are times when I purposely leave my phone at home as I run errands or go for a social engagement. But I confess to a certain uneasiness when I go out the door and The Precious isn’t in sight.
Imagine the disfunction that will result when the whole Grid collapses and people are suddenly without electricity.
On that note, I will now fire up my Kindle and plug in my noise reducing earbuds.
Meanwhile, happily landed (softly), my bag having been the first on the conveyor even as I walked up, Uber having been summoned and met, I opened my email on the nearly forgotten Precious, to find photos from Gammarelli in Rome. (Try that in Latin!)
They are cutting fabric for the GREEN set!
Remember the chasuble and cope?
On the way into LGA we were on the approach that took us up the Hudson. I usually get a starboard window when coming here, just in case.
Not in order… obviously.
And since the traffic is horrid we, driving through Queens, passed a sign with some Latin.