The week started off hectic, with yet another trip to Los Angeles. I had originally planned to fly back on Thursday, but was unsuccessful in reaching some people I wanted to meet with, so changed things to come back on Wednesday. So it was just one day there. The trip was a fairly good one, in that the meeting I went for was useful and productive. The only real complication was that there was a screw-up at the hotel. I assumed on Monday that when the desk clerk swiped my credit card and gave me a key that worked, that she had actually checked me into the hotel. When I came back on Tuesday after my meeting and saw that the room hadn't been made up, I found out that she hadn't actually done so. Things got straightened out, but it was a pain in the neck. I suppose I should just be glad that they didn't later try to give the room to somebody else. (I always turn the deadbolt and fasten the chain, but I'm not sure what would have happened if they'd tried to give the room away during the day, when I wasn't there.)
I needed a quiet weekend at home and I suppose I could say the weather cooperated. That is, it suddenly remembered that it's winter and we got several (roughly 8-10) inches of snow dumped on us. I'd done major grocery shopping on Friday and just walked over to the 7-11 for the Sunday Post on Saturday morning, while it was just flurrying. (I should note that I routinely buy the Sunday paper on Saturday, since it's really the features sections I'm buying it for, not the news.) So I could spend my time cozily inside, doing things like reading and knitting and watching bits and pieces of the Olympics. And talking on the phone to Robert, which is a poor substitute for actually being with him, but has to do for now.
Speaking of the Olympics, I thought it was horribly tacky for that one American woman to be talking on her cell phone while marching in the parade of nations. I also have to admit to finding a lot of the Opening Ceremonies to be rather odd. What on earth was with those cows being shoved around, for example? And why did the athletes enter to 1980's top-40 songs? Perhaps the whole thing is more coherent if you're actually there.
Copyright 2006 Miriam H. Nadel