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tafeanornThe morning was quiet. I had unsettling dreams, the first one about trying to rebuild my beloved Saturn SW2 and the other one I can barely remember, something about the economy and job insecurity. By the time I was out of the shower though, I was feeling quite optimistic and had several ideas about how to pull myself out the career funk I’ve been in for the last few weeks/months.
I collected up my clothes, re-folding them as tightly as I could and carefully packed them in my suitcase. I needed space for everything I brought, plus 6 books and presents for Becca. It was an extremely tight fit and I think I broke the zipper on one of the side pockets of the case.
I sat down with a warm soda and wrote Saturday’s blog post, while listening to Death Cab for Cutie. Thanks to my sister Kathy and my daughter, I’ve been hooked on _Plans_ for entire trip (once I got Becca’s Skull Mountain song out of my head). I should give that CD that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
raffenshiv gave me last summer another try.
I tried calling a cab several times to set up a pickup time, but kept getting sent to voice mail. Since they never called be back, I figured I’d better try something else. I wandered out to the front of the building to try and hail one of the dozens of cabs that had been just waiting out there in the previous days, but it was empty.
A friendly pair of German-speakers (one was from Frankfurt and the other from Vienna) invited me to share their taxi and we had a nice chat. I admitted that I was a game designer and they were quite interested in that. Our cab driver was quite the character and his questions about the conference at least showed an interest in learning . . .
I am now on the train to Chicago, where I will meet with my Aunt Nancy and spend a few hours with her before navigating the L back to O’Hare. My plane gets into Seattle at 10:05 pm, which is 1:05 am my time, so it’s going to be a long day.
And remember that heavy computer bag that I complained about on the trip out here? The one I said must weigh 15 pounds? I weighed it while I was with my parents. 23 pounds. I’ll blame the Illuminati for my back ache . . .
I collected up my clothes, re-folding them as tightly as I could and carefully packed them in my suitcase. I needed space for everything I brought, plus 6 books and presents for Becca. It was an extremely tight fit and I think I broke the zipper on one of the side pockets of the case.
I sat down with a warm soda and wrote Saturday’s blog post, while listening to Death Cab for Cutie. Thanks to my sister Kathy and my daughter, I’ve been hooked on _Plans_ for entire trip (once I got Becca’s Skull Mountain song out of my head). I should give that CD that
raffenshiv gave me last summer another try.I tried calling a cab several times to set up a pickup time, but kept getting sent to voice mail. Since they never called be back, I figured I’d better try something else. I wandered out to the front of the building to try and hail one of the dozens of cabs that had been just waiting out there in the previous days, but it was empty.
A friendly pair of German-speakers (one was from Frankfurt and the other from Vienna) invited me to share their taxi and we had a nice chat. I admitted that I was a game designer and they were quite interested in that. Our cab driver was quite the character and his questions about the conference at least showed an interest in learning . . .
I am now on the train to Chicago, where I will meet with my Aunt Nancy and spend a few hours with her before navigating the L back to O’Hare. My plane gets into Seattle at 10:05 pm, which is 1:05 am my time, so it’s going to be a long day.
And remember that heavy computer bag that I complained about on the trip out here? The one I said must weigh 15 pounds? I weighed it while I was with my parents. 23 pounds. I’ll blame the Illuminati for my back ache . . .
