Archives from 2002-2006

Jan

13

Back in the saddle

January 13, 2007

Well, I’m glad to be back home and settled in our little plague-ridden house — we all have juicy, repulsive coughs and the Kleenex is disappearing at a frightening rate, but still: home is where the ~~mucus~~ heart is.

Thanks for indulging my frequent yet boring updates from the road last week, and here are some of the last of the photos I took in San Francisco:

Freaky statue in Yerba Buena Gardens.

Street in front of my hotel.

Moscone Center.

More buildings I can’t identify.

And here’s what happened to the front pocket of my suitcase during the flight home:

JB says I must have left the cap off but even though I admit I am sort of a cap leaver-offer at home I doubt I did so before packing the suitcase. I think it EXPLODED mid-flight, and I for one would like to know why an armed air marshall did not take immediate action to save us all from deadly paste shrapnel.

Also, I guess I need to replace that library book.

Lastly, here’s what I came home to:

My family, Dog, a beautiful blanket of snow and no need to drive anywhere. Life is good.

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Jan

12

Day four dispatch

January 11, 2007

I’m officially tired and ready to come home. My feet hurt. I’m on my last pair of clean underwear. I feel as though I have been trudging through some endless desert terrain with only a plastic exhibitor badge and a pocket full of business cards to shield me from the hostile elements (ie, the man who yesterday said to me, “Well, most of my design staff are middle-aged women,” then hurriedly followed up with “No offense!”).

Today I saw a young kid, maybe 10, wearing one of those wireless phone headset thingies I hate. The hell? I guess he needed to be ready to take some important calls. He was with his mom, who stood nearby looking very bored as he told us all about how he owns all of Workplace’s products, and was Product X AppleScriptable because he sure hoped so.

Dear 10-year-old Macworld attendee with Bluetooth headset: please go outside and throw some rocks. Alternately, try making a fort out of some sofa cushions.

It sounds like Riley’s doing a little better after another steroid dose today. JB had a rough night yesterday and has decided there’s no way we can drive the boy down to Coos Bay while Riley’s so sick, and thus I have changed my plane reservations yet again to arrive in Seattle rather than Eugene. I’m leaving mid-afternoon tomorrow to get back home and lend a much-needed helping hand.

Meanwhile, I have developed my own cough, a delightful chest-rattling consumptive sort of hack that occasionally overwhelms me right smack in the middle of a conversation and the only thing I can do is wave apologetically as I attempt to dislodge my lungs altogether, possibly by jettisoning them from my sputtering mouth. Oh yes, it’s very attractive.

Also, my feet hurt. Did I mention that yet?

Ceiling at the hotel.