Four p.m.:
I'm in Newark. Supposed to board plane for Portland right now, but just got a loudspeaker message that the plane is still in: Toronto. That'll make it hard to get on it...
So, waiting for more news. I so hope that it won't make me late for my dinner with Ruby & Songbird at posh restaurant.
In the meantime:
Can anyone explain to me why people allow their children to make SO MUCH NOISE when travelling? Okay, I'm a grouchy lady with no littlies. And, I have NEVER been on an airplane with either of my parents. But when we travelled, ate out, or were otherwise in public, we were certainly not allowed to behave like hyenas.
There's a young man sitting next to me with two little boys, appear to be twins about 5 years old. All three of them have Gameboys (or somethings) and the dad also has a music player which is playing reggae - into the air - not into earphones. I like reggae, but I really don't choose to listen to it right now. Doesn't he have any earphones? Oh well.
(For that matter, why don't I have earphones?! I'm a slacker, that's why. And it will tell you my age when I reveal that I actually typed HEADphones at first.)
I would swear one of the little boys just said, "Daddy, why are you so tense?" but that can't be right. None of them are drinking Maxwell House or whatever it was. Phew, now they are leaving.
There are some gentlemen wearing yarmulkes who are facing East and praying. Standing to do it, rocking back and forth, they are reading from little prayer books and reading VERYFAST. It does not appear that they are very engaged in their prayers, but looking all around at everyone while they do it. Interesting.
TIME WARP!!
Nine twenty-five pm:
I'm baaaaaack, but I'm still in the Newark Airport. Weather farther up the coast plus a big problem with the radar in Boston...no one was going anywhere, much, for a while.
Since I talked to you last, I have sat on a plane for close to four hours, with a very frazzled lady with 3 year old twins and a baby. And a lot of other people who were remarkably unsympathetic to her. I guess I'm not the crankiest traveller in the world, after all! Then we got off the plane, and we had only moved 6 gates down!
I'm going to go ahead and post this...I know you will be relieved to have me stop yapping...and if I don't make the plane, you will surely hear from me again tonight.
