July 3rd, 2005

little review

Poem for Sunday

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Home! Safe, which is what is important, and exhausted, which is inevitable when one gets four hours' sleep in what must be the Ramada most geographically distant within the state of Colorado from the airport in Denver, but when United is picking up the tab there's not much that can be done about that. We had to get up at 4 a.m. and on a shuttle bus by 4:30 to be certain of getting on the 7 a.m. flight that United added to make up for the cancelled one last night...only to have to delay it because the crew hadn't gotten the requisite number of hours of sleep before flying again, and they were a flight attendant short, having to recruit one who had been up all night on a flight from Anchorage to Denver.

The bright side of this was getting to see the sun rise over Denver (not over the mountains, unfortunately -- the sun sets in that direction -- but the pink sky reflects on the glaciers), and getting to see most of the public art in the Denver airport, which conveniently was written up in this morning's Rocky Mountain News which we read while eating breakfast and waiting to hear when we might finally take off. So I am completely knackered and have a ton of unpacking to do but all's well that ends well (and gigantic hugs and kisses to perkypaduan for cat-sitting above and beyond the call!) My mother kindly offered to make dinner for us so we didn't have to deal with it, and we have checked in with my in-laws who also had long delays at O'Hare yesterday due to weather. There are rumors that United's staff has been "sleeping in" as a prelude to a possible strike over pensions and that the airline is making false excuses rather than admitting that they are having labor disputes, but I've heard enough stories about delays and disasters not to believe a conspiracy is necessary.

The tiny Denver skyline is dwarfed at sunrise by the Rockies (fuzzy view through haze from airport viewing area, sorry). I could never tire of this view no matter the circumstances under which I got to see it.

And apaulled gave me a Time-Turner as an anniversary present, so I can get back the day we lost, anyway. *g* He wanted to get home in time to see Pink Floyd, which we did, though I am not sure whether it was live or taped earlier as I was thoroughly confused by VH1's coverage. Were they using sound feed from the crowd rather than the board deliberately so that people couldn't make bootleg CDs of the music, or did we just have lousy sound on our cable? Ah well, I am always happy to see Daltrey and Townsend together, I am always happy to see Sir Paul, I am always happy to see Sting and Madonna and U2 and Annie Lennox and there were many delightful moments even though I kept having the niggling feeling that this was more about publicity for certain celebrities than publicity for ending poverty in Africa. But that might be partly because I am too tired to see straight and am planning to sleep till, oh, one p.m. or so tomorrow before embarking on half a dozen laundries.