Oh the Horror

Of all the horror stories of lost luggage this has to be the worst.

I arrived last week, expecting to drive half way across the country
to receive my sisters cats upon her return from Japan. The night before
leaving however I got a message from her saying that the airline was
refusing to let her travel with the cats. They said that the cargo hold
for the plane to Tokyo was too hot for them, after selling her the
boarding cost for them. So she runs around Misawa trying to find last
minute housing for her pets, one of whom she rescued after it was
injured in a fall. She ends up having to leave them in a shelter.
Upon arrival in Tokyo she is told that she could have brought the
cats on another airline via transfer.

It gets worse.

When she gets to Dallas, after flying for twenty hours, she calls the
shuttle for the hotel and heads there for a sleep before leaving to
San Antonio in the morning. Arriving at the hotel she notices that
her carry on is missing, the porter has left it curbside at the airport.
Money, laptop, camera, documents, identity, souvenirs...all gone.

I spent the weekend trying to track down any hope of trying to find it.
Calls to airport security, lost and found and travelers aid. Calling
shuttle services and hotels on the off chance.

But no.

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22.Post a favorite childhood photograph of yourself:


stolen from jim's stuff

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Keir Dullea in 2001: A Space Odessey

What happens when my family does not let me do the planning

I end up flying from New Orleans to Winston-Sale then driving to Atlanta the next day. We will then drive to Dallas in 24 hours to visit my sister upon her return from Japan, and to collect her cats, who we will bring back to Winston Salem.

Mind you that this is all my mum's master plan to see two of her children
at the same time. I however get 48 hours of travel time with mum, and 24
hours of cats screaming at me in japanese while I try not to loose my mind
driving through the madness that is the mountain pass between Knoxville and
Asheville. While T. gets an evening and a ride to the airport.

It is nice to be home though. New Orleans is lovely but it was getting nutty.

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Chopin makes a terrific accompaniment to afternoon thunderstorms

Tea helps as well.

Well, I am still here in New Orleans. Still unemployed and soon to be leaving
for North Carolina. I suppose a change of scenery will do me good. I have
missed running through forests of kudzu and mountain trails on real mountains.
Things have been fairly calm. The end of my theatre season has ended, leaving me
once again knowing more but having been paid less for the privilege. The more
insight I get into the workings of theatre people the less I'd like to be one.
For those of you not in the know it would seem some theatre professionals are
grown up versions of those kids in primary school who loved to play make-believe.
The same ones who wanted to dictate everything in those games of make-believe.
Still as stubborn as ever, and prone to fits and outbursts when their idea is
not lauded or followed to the t. Never mind the institution of the theatre being
at its core a process of development and collaboration. I digress.

Elsewise, the summer has been lovely apart from the heat, which was broken by
the thunderstorm in the post title. I've managed to draw a bit more, re working
old themes and concepts from a few years back.My skill as a mark maker has
increased considerably, although I need to be aware of slipping into a tired
and mannered style. Hoping to get some work designing posters for music festivals
so B dosen't have to pick up the cheque.

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