10 March 2010

Stormy Nights

It was a dark and stormy night. Outside the patio window, great bolts of lightning crashed on the horizon as the train blew it's lonely warning in the distance. Thunder clapped ominously. Someone screamed as the lights went out like a flame extinguished with a sudden sizzle.

Oh wait, sounds like a bad movie or a trashy romance novel. Sorry, here I haven't written a thing in over a year and I let myself get carried away by the storm. I would really love to be a fabulously popular and well known writer, silly me!

Not much new going on here. Just trying to live life and keep on keeping on. Want to be in Hawaii but haven't figured out a way to make that happen yet. The older I get, the less I like the cold. It's been really cold here this year. Got up to 70 today. Highly unusual. Hence the dark and stormy night I suppose. We'll see what the weather front drags in! lol

That's all for now. Will interject more when I have another whim to write. Who knows when that might be!!

02 March 2008

Update

I may not have been given "official" clearance, but I as of Friday, I was back driving my own car again! Yay!! I really missed it. It isn't the easiest thing in the world as I'm not really supposed to bend my feet and my car is a 6-speed.

Oh well I'm pleased to be driving my own vehicle again!

I'll update again after I go back to the doctor again on Tuesday after I see the doctor again. Hopefully I will be back in my own shoes of some kind!

27 February 2008

Stir Crazy

Get me outta here! Feb. 8 I had surgery on both of my feet. I had a tailor's bunion on each foot, hammertoes on the 4th & 5th toes corrected and both 5th toes de-rotated. My doctor wanted me off work for a month. I told him that, as we discussed for him, that was not a possibility for me and that I would not be able to do the surgery if it HAD to happen that way. We "negotiated" down to two weeks.

The first three days of this, I wasn't allowed to get up to do ANYTHING but go to the bathroom. I had to move to the bathroom by shuffling from the couch or the bed by taking very slow, tiny steps on only the back of my heels, wearing these lovely black velcro, open toed orthopedic shoes. Then for the next week and a half, once I could get out of bed, I had to walk the same way. I think I walked that way so much I bruised the bottom of my left heel.

The surgery took an hour and a half as outpatient surgery. I wasn't tubed for my anesthesia so evidently, I was basically awake and lucid for the entire procedure, but I remember nothing from approximately 2 minutes after they put Versed in my IV until I was back in my room all bandaged up.

Then, we have an ice storm in the middle of the night the night before I am supposed to go back to the doctor for my first post-surgery check up. The doctor's office didn't open until noon. My appointment was for 10:15. It would have been nice if they had called me before we headed over there, with the boy in tow since school was cancelled. Oh well, we went at 12:30. I got a thumbs up and they were looking wonderful.

I put my doctor to the test when it came to prescribing pain medication. I'm allergic to codeine and most "modern" pain medications are codeine based. Demerol doesn't work for me, he says darvocet is like "spitting in the wind and can cause more problems" and he doesn't like percocet. We ended up with 15mg morphine tabs. He was quite concerned about its possible effect on me after seeing how the Versed did me. Therefore he also prescribed phenergen for nausea. The morphine almost worked for me. It actually did work, but for only the first hour or so after I took it. Then almost all effect was gone. When I went in for my follow-up, he asked how the morphine was working and I told him. He wouldn't prescribe a larger or more frequent dose because he says I'm too little of a lady. Oh well. I quit taking it after a week.

Got half of my stitches out last week and the remainder today. Still no real shoes. Damn! I knew he wouldn't let me in to my "normal" shoes yet as he has told me he would prefer never. My normal shoes are no shorter than 2 1/2" up to 4 1/2" platform soles. But he wouldn't even let me put on my tennis shoes.

About 1/2" of one of my six incisions had come open. He decided it was probably because one of the bandages was on too tight and my foot sweating had caused it to open up. He put a couple of steri-strips on it along with some neosporin, a bit of gauze and a band-aid.

At least I'm driving again, albeit not in MY car since it is a six speed. I really want to be back in it.

I know I sound really impatient, but I think I've been a good patient. Rarely cranky, not very needy, fairly self suffieient and slept alot. I've been going stir crazy with cabin fever and I'm glad I'm on the mend and they're looking good!

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23 February 2008

Where's My Brain?

Wow. I sat down to write this blog and even had a great idea in my mind, but words are failing me. I can only suppose it is lack of exercise of the mental muscle, but I feel like, doh. I was educated, then trained, for the first part of my "career", as a journalist, a professional writer. Where'd it all go? I'm having a difficult time accessing it. Maybe it's because it's 1:12 am.

Maybe if I try this again tomorrow (later today) at a more sane hour, I can think more intelligently and write the post I originally sate down to write!

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21 February 2007

The Day, Strike that, the Week Hell, Strike that, Anytown Froze Over

Our flight finally did get to leave. We reach cruising altitude and I still cannot sleep. So I read. The Chicago based flight attendant brings around drinks. Yet another Diet Coke. Too short a flight for anything else. Unless I want to pay $2 for 1/2 can of Pringles that is. You know, they don't serve pretzles or peanuts or ANYTHING anymore. Cheap ass bastards!

The pilot announces we will be landing in approximately 10 minutes. I'm sitting by the window. I look out and cannot see a thing but clouds. It's a thick soup of clouds. What seems like 15 minutes later I look out again and still see nothing but clouds then suddenly I catch a faint glimpse of something strange and white and very wrong before it's gone in the clouds again. Though it was wrong I knew enough to realize what I had seen.




It was the landscape entirely coated with ice. The trees were all bent towards the ground, even the big ones, and I knew this potentially meant BIG trouble for landing this aircraft. Obviously, ice, runways and airplanes do not mix at all and I was terrified that we would either not be able to land at all or that we would attempt to set down and simply go skidding down the runway.



Unbeknownst to me, there was potential for another problem. One of my traveling companions was seated very close to the front and prior to takeoff, she overheard the flight attendant asking the pilot where he would take us if unable to land in Anytown. "Right back here!" NOOOOOOO!!!!! I don't ever want to see the inside of that terminal again. (The fact that I have to fly back up there in mid-February not withstanding!)

We finally pull down out of the clouds for good and I feel that my fears are confirmed. I have lived in Anytown almost all of my life and I don't think I have ever seen an ice storm like this. I know I have never seen the effects of one from the air. All types, sizes and shapes of trees were either bent over and touching the ground or they were broken off. The grass was coated. Signs were coated. All surfaces of everything was coated. Everything it turns out, but roadways and runways. Yea!!!!!

When the pilot sat that bird down, I could have wept I was so happy to be on the ground, safe and sound and in Anytown. Just thinking about it again brings tears to my eyes. The entire plane broke out in cheers and applause. Then they couldn't get the door to the jet bridge open, it had iced over.


We all gathered our luggage and headed to the vehicle. Not a lot of ice on the street or sidewalk. I see some on the parking lot and am in the process of telling my cohorts to be careful when I almost fall. I let out this big yelp and almost pee my pants, scaring them in the process. Arriving at the vehicle, we have to beat on it with our fists before we can even open it to get to the scraper and the defroster. It is crusted under a good 2" layer of ice. It takes about 15 minutes to sufficiently free the vehicle from its icy tomb enough to drive. We get our traveling companion to her street, marveling at the destruction and devestation we see on just this short ride. Anytown is (was) a picturesque place full of large, old trees or as the realtors say, "mature landscaping". Now... how can I put it? Not so much.

Large trees were snapped in half. Small trees were split in thirds. Branches the size of small cars came crashing down, smashing anything in their path and naturally, snapping power lines in the process. We passed an old fashioned filling station that still sells propane and kerosene and not really keying in on what was going on immediately, it took us a moment to realize why there was a line of what looked to be 100 people with cans. They were standing in line to purchase some of the only fuel left in the area to power their emergency heat and lighting.

As we came further south, things didn't seem quite as bad. Not much down in my neighborhood. All my neighbors but approximately 8 still had power. Not so bad. But getting quite cold at my house. Called the hubby when the plane touched down to let him know. He was helping my mom and my aunt get my grandparents moved into a hotel. They and my aunt had no power either. My grandmother is 90 and has beginning Alzeheimers and my grandfather is 88 and is still recovering from a broken hip. He is supposed to go to the dr. Monday and see if he can start walking on it and begin physical therapy.

I go in and it is rather dark because our house doesn't have bunches of nautral light anyway but it is very overcast so it is even darker than normal. It is also getting chilly. It's down to about 60 degrees. Luckily we have a gas hot water heater so I can finally take a shower. I had a nice long bath at the hotel Thursday night, but that was a LONG time ago. I linger in the hot shower as long as I can and then dry off and as fast and as thouroughly as I can. I cool off very quickly so I jump into jeans, a long sleeve tee shirt, a big sweat shirt, two pair of socks and hiking boots that are actually a half size too small. So far so good.

All I really want to do is go to sleep but I had forgotten we had a restaurant opening to go to in about an hour. So I simply sit in quiet for about 20 minutes until the boy and the hubby get home.

We ate a mediocre but free meal in a warm, nicely lit building and determined that the boy would go home and spend the night with mom & dad because though they didn't have power, they have a gas fireplace and it would keep their place warmer but the hubby and I would go home because limbs had started falling at our house and we wanted to be there if one fell and crashed trough the roof or something. What our being there actually accomplished, I'm not sure because if a limb fell through, it was going to fall through, with or without us. But at least we felt better being there. Did we really? I slept in two pair of pajamas and socks on my feet with the sheet, 4 blankets, the comforter and a stocking cap on my head.

Several fell and did damage while we were eating, but MOST of the damage was to the fence. Several BIG limbs fell on the fence in three different places, smashing it. One limb fell on the roof, breaking a couple of shingles and we're not sure what else it did because of all of the crap frozen to the roof.





One fell broken point through the seat of one of the patio chairs, another fell on the wood fence around the patio breaking a couple of the boards and several fell on the small wood fence around our a/c unit, knocking it apart but not breaking anything. I think it will simply need to be nailed back together. Then lots fell on the street so we were constantly pulling stuff out of the street so that the street wouldn't be blocked. Several homeowners just left theirs in the street until someone else cleared them, causing the road to be impassable.


We live on a corner and between our front and back yards we have four VERY LARGE, VERY OLD maple trees. I would guess them to be about 100 years old and 100 feet tall. In other word, big! I've got to say, big 100 year old, 100 foot trees that don't get pruned with lots of ice coating them make really scary noises before they drop branches on your head. First you hear this kind of rattling noise. Then you hear this really loud CRRAACCKKKK, then a whoosh and then a wham as then limb hits the ground. Hopefully, it didn't bring other limbs down with it. For a while, this was occuring in our yard alone at a rate of one every five minutes or so.


Combine that rate with the same rate for all of our neighbors and you might get some sense of how freaky it was. This lasted well into Sunday and slowed down considerably by Sunday evening. We didn't hear any when we came over to check the new damage on Monday morning. We have decided the no cracking thing is probably good. It tends to send people running. We hear however, wind is forcast. Up until now, there has been no wind to go along with this.



They still haven't announced when the funeral for my great uncle will be due to the fact the funeral in the small town near Anytown is without power. Ditto for the church and the cemetary is impassable. Wonderful! Does that mean they've just got him laying out frozen, by the back door?



Have taken everything out of the freezers, put it in coolers and put them on the front porch. Naturally, just before leaving for Chicago, I had gone to the store and gotten several (10 or so) frozen meals. That's not cheap. I had also just frozen all of the leftover ham and turkey from Christmas and we have some Omaha Steaks and three turkeys. It isn't supposed to get warm for quite some time. Which is a good thing since the turkeys are out swinging on the front porch swing!

It has gotten too cold for us to stay at our house. We must abandon it for mom & dad's and their fireplace. My candlescape in the woodburning (but useless for heat) fireplace has proven more useful for light than anything they have set up though. It has gotten down to 47 at our house. Wonder if the boy's frog and snails (at least his two fish have already died) will make it?

Prefer to stay in my own bed with my own stuff but the boy is having a blast. He thinks this is like camping. There was already no school for today due to Martin Luther King Day and even though my grandfather's dr's appointment was cancelled, I'm going to send him to day care anyway. He was signed up for it and because it is affiliated with the hospital, it will have lights, heat, warm food and other kids to play with. Besides, at noon, they announced no school for tomorrow as well.

Everyone has been pretty tense. We weren't sure we'd have power at work because it was off last night for about four hours. Luckily, it is back on. I think we're going to close early though. My cousin has no power and because they are on a well, that means they have no water either and no water means no flushing the toilet either. I have an employee from California who moved from Cali to Anytown to po-dunk and they live down a county road and are on a rural co-op electric and a well and have been using pond water to flush their toilets. She called in today and exclaimed "I didn't sign up for "Little House on the Prairie"!" I am really beginning to understand this. At least mom and dad and our house have hot and cold running water.

When another co-worker came in he told me that he heard Lowe's had JUST gotten in a truckload of generators. A co-worker that knows a bit about generators went with me to pick one up. "No ma'am. We received a truckload early this morning and they were gone in a hour. We should be getting another one in the morning." We decided to try Home Depot for giggles. Walked in and the place was an absolute zoo. There were people milling around EVERYWHERE. They were waiting for gas cans and extension cords and just about anything else you could imagine. We were about to leave when I heard an employee saying something about the truck had just arrived and it was full but he didn't know how many generators were actually on it.

My ears perked up. Generators? Just arrived? How do I get one? I hear that you have to go to the service desk to get a number. I go to the service desk and wait in line. The service desk tells me they are no longer handing out numbers. I ask another woman and see a guy I went to college with asking the same question. Where do we go get in line and why can't we get another. "We don't know exactly how many we have on this truck but there are at least as many as we handed out numbers. You two will be the first to get any additional we have and there is another truck following directly behind this truck."

Great! We get over to where we are supposed to stand in line. Not so great. There is a huge mass of humanity and they haven't started calling numbers yet. The last number I see is 199. It is at least an hour before they even begin calling numbers. People begin leaving. It begins to look at least a little promising. They start calling numbers. Just a few at a time. They get up to 31. then they go back to 13. What the....you've already called those. Things move a bit faster. Then they stop.

One of they local television stations is interviewing the store manager who is the guy calling the numbers. None of us in line care about this. We have no power, we can't see ourselves on television. Even if we had power, we probably wouldn't have cable, the lines are down, duh! Everyone starts to crowd forward. I find numbers on the floor. Two of them. They aren't great but they are numbers. 182 and 183. In an effort to be nice and to be fair, I offer 182 to the guy I know who is in front of me but supposedly without a number. He says thanks but that guy that left gave me his number, it was 96. He then turns and gives 182, that I gave him, to some random guy standing by him in line. I always knew I didn't like him and that he was a scumbag! If this random guy gets a generator and I don't, I will hunt scumbag down and attach his nuts to his generator!

Another hour goes by and they are to number 150. Things are definitely looking up. Looks like I might get one after all. I call dad. They've got generators, two sizes, do you want one? "I have no need for one." Oh well. I tried! Man, I'm tired. Tired of standing in line, tired to wondering, tired, tired of standing in general. 178, 179, 180. Am I going to get one? I look at my friend. We both look at the dwindling stack of generators. We smile because it looks like it. 181, 182, 183, 184, 185. Jackpot! Score!!!! I'm getting one baby! I tell them I want the BIG one. I call the hubby. Got one! I got the big one! "Why?" Seemed like a good idea at the time. Do you want the smaller one? Do you? Come one, I've got the big one on a cart and they've only got one little one left. It's now or never. "I'm thinking." "Go with the smaller one." My friend frowns at me. Hey, he doesn't think it's a good idea, especially if you think we want to continue and try to live essentially normal lives. "Okay, go for it and get the big one!"

When they first announced everything, they said they would put them on a cart for us and help us load them. All I can say is that it is a good thing my friend came with me because by the time I got mine paid for, they were out of gas cans, heavy duty extension cords and help. We loaded it by ourselves and that 8000kW generator is one heavy son of a gun.

By the time we ate dinner and got the thing home, it was too late to get much done with it that night. All we did was get it unloaded and some branches out of the road and clothes for the next day.

The hubby went into work early so that he could come home and get the generator set up. In either a stroke of genius of sheer stupidity, I say "since the power is out and we have the breaker box, why don't you switch out the fuse box for the breaker box while you are getting the generator set up."

He says to me "Why didn't you think of that sooner?" Huh? Did you even think of it at all? Of course not. So get off me! Fuses are a huge, gigantic pain in the ass. It will be a great thing! Naturally, it is a very time consuming thing. So, eivdently, is getting a generator ready to run a house. At least the way the hubby wants it to run a house.

Meanwhile, the outside temperature it getting colder and colder. The gas fireplace that is keeping things toasty at Mom and Dad's can't quite keep up. It is 57 downstairs at their house and 65 upstairs. Tuesday night we eat chinese take out upstairs. We are all beginning to run out of clothes and it is decided that mom, the boy and I will go do laundry at a laundromat the next afternoon since the hubby STILL doesn't have the house up and running.

All I can say about this event is blech and hopefully "never again in my lifetime"! I think everyone in Anytown had the same idea as we did and there are only a few laundromats that have power up and running. Keep in mind, I had been in Chicago when all of this started going down, so I hadn't done any laundry and had "trip laundry" to do, as did my dad. Due to the waiting time, mom couldn't stay and help me very long because she had to go over and relieve my aunt of "grandparent watch" at the hotel so that left me and the boy to contend with most of the laundry. We did at least three loads in triple capacity washers. Then had to wait turns for dryers. Again, about all I can say is blech, but at least we had clean clothes.

By Thursday evening, the hubby had the generator up and running enough to have the furnace and a few lights going and by Friday, we had all funcitons with the exception of the range and the washer and dryer. He is convinced that we could have run those as well, but I really wasn't willing to tempt fate at that time. Keep in mind folks, by this time, we are going on day 7 of no real power.

This means that the refrigerator has to be cleaned and disenfected so that we can begin using it again. Even though I had taken most things out, I did not remove EVERYTHING and the "powers that be" say that it needs to be cleaned and disenfected with a bleach solution. That's fun, NOT!!! Have to do the same thing to the freezer side. Tell the hubby that since the deep freeze and the small fridge are in "the garage," he has to do them. He agrees that "he'll get around to them". Yah right! by Easter, maybe.

Friday and Saturday come and go with no real changes other than mom and dad getting their power back on late Friday evening. No power for a full week. We see crews from our local utility company out and about along with crews from tree services and power companies from across the country. We talked we guys from Tennessee, South Dakota, Lousiana and Indiana, just to name a few. Many of them working like hell from sunup til sundown without breaks, trying to get power back on, trees out of the road and people's houses restore some semblance of normalcy to our lives, as quickly as they humanly could. It was so refreshing and strangly comforting to see. Many of them expressed their amazement at how kind and friendly the people here were to them. They were surprised that people weren't yelling at them and demanding that they "fix their problems right now" and didn't have the "woe is me, we're victims, you gotta help me" attitudes. Hey what can I say, we do it ourselves and help our neighbors who can't do for themselves. That's the way we do it in this part of the planet!

Sunday rolled around and wasn't appearing to be any different than any of the previous nine days. The hubby's youngest brother drove down to help cut up some of our massive pile of branches and though he, the hubby, my dad and myself worked on it for at least 5 hours straight, it barely looked like we put a dent in any of the stacks. What a mess. Some people in a minivan stopped and asked if they could take some of the wood we had cut up. We told them sure, as long as they gather from what we hadn't neatly stacked yet. They were cool with that offer. By this time, we had a stacked pile six feet high and at least 10 feet long. There was still tons left to cut up, this was just from part of the front yard, we hadn't even touched the back.

The city hired contractors to come by either two or three different times and collect limbs in all the city's neighborhoods. All a person had to do was drag them to the curb. There were those that didn't even get that done, but most of us did. My cousin who lives on three acres in the freakin' middle of nowhere wanted some of the "cut timber" for bonfires. We were more than happy to oblige, he just had to come get itl. That still left a bunch for the city.

As we were working Sunday afternoon, we saw a bunch of the different work groups' trucks in the neighborhood. One finally stopped in front of our house and several guys got out. I sent the hubby over to chat with them because it looked like one of the tree teams and they were headed to our back yard. We had no trees with limbs on lines in the back yard. None of the big trees in the back was near power lines so I was concerned. Evidently, they were using our yard to access the neighbor's. Evidently they were also a precursor to the power line teams. Could, should I even get my hopes up? No, probably not! I'll just go back to loading limbs into the wheelbarrow.

I took my father over to his house to pick something up and when we returned to my house at about 4:00pm, lo and behold, we have power. This is now nine full days. That is a VERY long time. I did a happy dance, as did the boy. All the things you take for granted. Wow, what a nightmare. And though the rest of the neighbourhood had power, the house across the driveway from us still does not because, the utility company claims, their weatherhead is too bent. But not any more bent than it was the last time the utility company was there and replace the line from their house to the pole. As a matter of fact, when they got the bent weatherhead fixed and the utilities came out to re-attach the line, the line was too short because it had further to travel from the pole to the straight weatherhead. Doh!

I will learn Monday morning I have several employees without power. One, who lives near me, has the same problem as the neighbor with a damaged weatherhead and another has some problems due to a major line running through his neighborbood VERY near his house being down. They are both restored within the week, though.



What an auspicious beginning to the year. Is it an omen, a sign? Can it only get better from here? Or is this just a sign of things to come? I promise to try to post more frequently and to keep you, dear reader, on the edge of your seat! lol

14 February 2007

The Week I Spent in O'Hare One Day OR From Bad to Worse

The sordid tale began benignly enough. It was supposed to be an overnight business trip to Chicago. (Rosemont to be exact because the meeting was going to be at the Sofitel at O'Hare on Friday the 12th and be done by 5pm) so we didn't even plan on going into the city.

Some nagging little voice in my head told me "pack extra clothes, you know how winter travel is through O'Hare" and I ended up wearing a heavy sweater and my gloves which I never do when I travel.

I also told the hubby to make sure he got the Christmas crap put up in the attic while I was gone so the Bugger could finally park in her spot in the garage instead of sitting out in the driveway like she had for the last two weeks.

It was fairly cold in Rosemont Thursday evening after we had settled into our hotel rooms and walked around the corner to the steakhouse for our 6:30 dinner reservations. Yet it was nothing horribly out of the ordinary for a mid-January Chicago evening.

Things were progressing well the next morning and the meeting was suprisingly engaging. I texted the hubby early the next morning that I had no idea Christopher Lowell had been a concert pianist at age 7 and he responded that he was glad things were going so well. He didn't however, let me know it had begun misting in Anytown.

Lunch passed uneventfully and the second half of the meeting also progressed well. We finished almost an hour early, which is naturally, unheard of but most welcome. We gathered up our bags, I changed from meeting attire to VERY comfy travel attire, THANK GOD!!!, and we proceeded to O'Hare. All along unaware that it has been raining all day in Anytown with falling temperatures to boot.

We thought luck was on our side as we arrived at O'Hare and made it through security with enough time to get on standby for the earlier flight into Anytown, instead of the last flight in at 8:35pm. We get to the assigned gate and wait there for about 15 minutes, only to be told the gate has changed. We go to the new gate, only to find the departure has been delayed by about 15 minutes.

They then announce another gate change. We get to the new gate. After about 15 minutes, they announce another 20 minute delay. Then another gate change, then another delay. They do this about eight times until it is leaving at almost the same time as our 8:35 flight. Then they cancel the flight. Oh well, we still have our seats on the 8:35 flight. Oh wait, there is a gate change. No announcements have been made, we must be good to go. No, wait, that board says Hartford, CT, where did the Anytown flight go? Oh, you cancelled it but didn't announce the cancellation of the 8:35 flight?

Several people had been following us from gate to gate so we knew several of the faces by now so there were several of us vying for options. All of the airports within driving distance of us had been closed down due to the weather on that end. Chicago's weather was still basically clear. The next possiblity of a flight out to Anytown was scheduled at 11:35am because any earlier ones had already been cancelled. I had two other people flying with me (my father and an employee) and the strange little barely English speaker behind the computer in front of me told me that there were only two seats on that plane.

I told him that would not do and asked what our other options were. He looked at Kansas City and my dad said for the employee and I to go on and he would take the next plane in. I said absolutely not and the little guy said he could put two of us in a seat and the other in standby. We discussed the merits of this for a moment and decided to do it. In the blink of an eye, the little guy had three boarding passes for us and we were all three good to go on the 11:35am to Anytown.

All of those faces that had been following us around from gate to gate suddenly disappeared. Gone. Vanished. Rapidly. It's not even 8:30pm. I'm trying to convince Dad that if we rent a car, it's only an 8 hour drive home and I'm not all that tired at this point. I attempted to rationalize with him that if we don't get out now, it could possibly be a week before we get out flying OR driving. Obviously, he didn't go for it. Nor did he go for my line of logical thinking that said if we couldn't fly out the next day, we would want to try to drive so we should go to a hotel like all those faces that vanished so rapidly. That way we'd be somewhat rested and fresher if that eventuality came to fruition. Again, a no-go.

So, what do you do to pass time when you are a virtual prisoner in an airport? Go to one of the few restaurants in that particular terminal before they close and eat, even if you aren't hungry, even if you don't particularly like their food. (Note to self on this one.) Buy reading material BEFORE the bookstores close at 10:00pm. Even if you only plan a short, overnight, in and out type of trip, TAKE YOUR COMPUTER!!!!!!! You never know when you are going to get stuck in the airport. I will NEVER travel without mine again! Ick!!! Time would have passed so much quicker with it.

I would have, however, known more of the horror story unfolding in Anytown if I had been in possession of my trusty Mac PowerBook, though. While we were bouncing from gate to gate, you must remember as I told you earlier, it had been raining all day in Anytown. As the day progressed, the temperature did not, it actually regressed. Any of you know what recipe rain and falling temperatures make might realize what is happening here.

That is correct. We are getting freezing rain in Anytown. Freezing rain is a peculiar creature. Sometimes its harmless and doesn't do much. Sometimes, if the ground is cold enough, it coats the ground in layers and makes the roads, sidewalks, grass and every horizontal surface as slick as glass. That happened here in Anytown in early December.

Other times, if the ground is warm enough but the air has cooled, it coats the things in the air, ie.; powerlines, powerpoles, trees, etc. This is what was happening in Anytown while I was stuck in O'Hare. By 7:30pm Friday night, my house, therefore the hubby and the boy, had no power. We live on a corner and the houses across both streets still did. My parents, who live about a mile from us in a much newer, much more expensive neighborhood with buried utilities, are without power at the same time. Our traveling companion calls her daughter and they have no power either.

Back at O'Hare, I am trying to find something to do. I am tired as can be, but I cannot sleep. Both of my traveling companions have gone downstairs in the American terminal, because they think it will be quieter, and are stretched out on the floor, snoring. I go back upstairs, and see no one. I am cold so I search out someplace warm. The only thing I end up finding is a covered radiator along the wall of a restaurant. I sit on it for about 10 minutes before I can't stand it anymore and wander off, looking for something else to do.

At some point in the night, after all of the gates have closed, all of the little "security checkpoint people" have closed up shop and gone home for the day and no new people and coming into the "secure" part of the airport, can they not turn off the damn, constantly droning, always annoying security announcements? As we were sleeping, okay, as my traveling companions were sleeping and I was moving from place to place in search of rest, solice from boredom or stiffness (or something) or just plain restlessness, the damn overhead announcements constantly repeated the same three or four things. "Remember 3-1-1," all about three ounces in one quart bag per one person. There was also the one about "Do not leave your baggage unattended." I got to the point I expected to hear "The white zone is for loading and unloading...."

I go to the bathroom and come back out and start searching for people, anyone because I figure we can't be the only ones foolish enough to have stayed there. I locate a few people, here and there. Most are sleeping, a few are working on computers, but none seem interested in talking to fellow prisoners as they have their headphones on and are listening to their iPods. iPods? Oh yeah! I brought my iPod. I run back downstairs and dig mine out. My dad is now sitting up in one of American's horribly, horribly uncomfortable bank of nasty, cracked, discolored, worn out chairs at O'Hare, again, snoring.

My other companion is awake, craving a cigarette. We go upstairs because I mention to her that it is snowing like crazy and if it keeps up like this, there is no way we will be able to leave. We both decide it is time to go to the bathroom. Back downstairs. Dad is back in the floor, covered up with his coat and his shoes are off. I dig a deck of cards out of my carry on and realize that my allergy and migraine medicine are in my checked luggage. Damn the luck because my allergies are absolutely driving me bonkers.

We play rummy and try not to look at our watches because it is only 2am. We plan on playing until 3am and then looking at the snow again. A fellow traveller who has been sleeping around the corner has awakened and comes over to talk to us. He informs us he is in the Army and because they kept putting standby passengers on the flight over he and his buddies, they were all officially AWOL. Seems they had been to Little Rock and were possibly headed to North Carolina? Don't really remember. Said it happened frequently when they traveled through O'Hare. Surprise,surprise, surprise. As I go there more and more frequently for work, I like it less and less and less.

My rummy partner officially whips my ass at 3am and we go back upstairs to discover it has quit snowing. We watch them de-ice a couple of airplanes. Why they are doing this right now, I'm not sure as nothing is going anywhere for at least three if not three and a half hours. We both go to the bathroom again and wander back downstairs again and finally, I try to get a little bit of sleep. The floor is VERY hard and cold. My coat is a short leather one. Really isn't good for a pillow or a blanket but I try it as both while on the floor and as a blanket while bent over the arms of the chair. Just as I lay down in this "quieter" area, the night crew, having no regard for the situation we stranded travelers are in, began doing what they always do and started vacuuming the floor, slaming the vacuum into the walls and furniture, polishing the floors and doing the same with the polisher, arguing with and cussing at each other, etc. What a horrible arrangement.

I determined that all large airports should have a storefront that is open 24/7 that charges a set fee for a set number of hours and provides a locker for your stuff and a recliner, blanket and pillow for you. It seems like a no-brainer to me especially when you are stuck in an airport in situations like this.

We noticed the night before the restaurants began opening at 5am so at 4:30am. my smoking traveling companion HAD to feed her habit and went out to smoke. Evidently she froze her ass off so she started to come back in after one very quick cigarette. However, they don't open the gates that early. So, she had to get in the long security line and wait until the gates went up to go back through the screening. We kept telling her it was time to quit. She smiled, agreed, and later went out for another.

After we all stood in front of a bank of monitors watching the departure and arrival listings and seeing all of the departures for the early Anytown flights and anything around Anytown cancelled, we were even more dejected. I then spent quite some time waiting for the restaurant to open watching the Weather Channel show what was hitting Anytown and what else was in store for Anytown. Blech!!! But, I didn't want to be stuck at O'Hare any longer.

Breakfast is served. I really wasn't hungry. But what else did we have to do? I had an order of toast and hot tea. I had been sitting on the radiator again, trying to warm back up. American needs to warm its terminal up some!!! The toast wasn't very warm, it was hard and the butter was hard and cold. My companions didn't fare much better with their Country Breakfast. By now we are going on our 13th hour at the airport knowing we have at least 5 1/2 more before there is a possibility of getting out of there. I start texting home, not knowing there is no electricity, not wanting to call that early and wake everyone. I want to know what to expect at the airport. I get impatient and text 5 times in 30 minutes, but to no avail.

The bookstores finally open. I buy water, gum, pistachios and "The Time Traveler's Wife". We go to our gate and I start reading. By now, it's about 7:30am. I get about 25 pages in and find myself jerking back awake and almost dropping the book. I get up and go in search of my form of caffine, soda. I know I won't find any Cherry Vanilla Diet Dr. Pepper or even any Diet Dr. Pepper so I settle for Diet Coke. Though I really don't like it, it's better than coffee and by this point, it's caffine or pass out.

Gee, we have a gate change. This seems eerily familiar. Oh and look, there is a 30 minute delay. I start to get a little panicky, I am REALLY sick of this airport and don't want to be stuck there any more. I hear rumors of the airport in Anytown being completely shut down. I ask at the desk and am stonewalled. "Power might be down now but could be up by the time your flight left so we would have given you bad information." I text the hubby again.

Familiar faces start to drift in. They look refreshed. I look rumpled and grumpy. "You stayed here all night?" they exclaim! Yes, downstairs, I sigh. "Wow, I went to the Doubletree. Cab fare was double getting there and getting back, but it was worth it. They even gave me toiletries so I was able to have a shower." Aw shaddup!!

While talking with these guys, my phone rings, its the hubby, he explains the no power and that he had left his phone in the other room so he didn't realize I had texted him. I ask him to call the airport and call me back. Those that left for the night and I discuss this. One has a sister who lives 3 hours north of Anytown and we consider flying there if its okay there and driving back to Anytown. He calls her. Yeah, things are okay there. The hubby calls back. Anytown's airport reported it was currently without power and the utility company, when called, said they had no idea when they would be able to get the airport back up and running. Yikes!

My phone rings again. Its the hubby again. He calls to tell me that my great Aunt Hannah called our house because she couldn't get ahold of anyone at my parents house (Mom couldn't hear the one non-electric phone ringing upstairs) to tell me that great Uncle Roland had died that morning and that I needed to tell Dad. This would be my dad's dad's brother. He had been in ill health for several years so this wasn't entirely unexpected, but what timing!

Another gate change. Egads!!! Are they going to do this to us again? I can hardly take the suspense. I'm also exhausted. Wow! An overnight business trip isn't supposed to be so exhausting. Wait, what's this, they are actually going to board us. The three of us aren't sitting anywhere near each other but we don't really care. We are all on the airplane, hopefully with our luggage, about to head to Anytown. It is still touch and go if we will actually take off though. We are backing out, waiting our turn to taxi, taxiing down the runway and we are in the air. No offense, but O'Hare, at this point, I don't really care if I ever see you again! What do the Sopranos say? "See ya sucka!!"

14 March 2006

Paradise Found...and temporarily misplaced

Wow. As a former journalist, I'm not usually at a loss for words but again, wow.

For many years, I have resisted going to Hawaii for many reasons. The hype, the price, the hype, I REALLY like the Carribean, the hype.

Well....I was finally pushed to going because of a work trip. Airfare, 5 nights at the Ritz-Carlton Kapalua in Maui and most meals were paid for by someone other than I so i decided "what the hell, it is worth a shot" and so I got to spend 5 nights, six days in beautiful Kapalua, Maui, Hawaii.

Wow!!!

It was absolutely fabulous. I have NEVER seen such stunning vistas. Awe inspiring landscapes and some of the most honestly friendly people I have ever met in all of my travels. I think I could have spent a month there, just in the small part of Maui we spent our time in.

Eventually, I hope to get around to posting photos and "why I want to move to Hawaii when I grow up".

Later!