So I'm waiting for my flight out of Mom City, to take me to Coca-Cola City, from whence I will fly home, and arrive at an ungodly hour of the night. Free wi-fi means I
don't have to grade the exams in my bag have to post something to the blog, right?
First, I appear to have sweetened sweet tea. It wasn't SUPPOSED to be sweet to start with. I guess instead of blogging I could go back to the *$ and complain, but I have a pretty high tolerance for sweet and a pretty low opinion of the staff at this particular airport kiosk. Thinking about it, I'm pretty sure I got the last passion tea, anyway, so I'll suck it up.
On the upside, drinking doubly-sweetened tea makes me much less interested in the Swedish Fish (excuse me, Yuppie Guppies) I just bought for my trek across the country. It seems to me it's still ridiculously hard to find healthy snacks in an airport - especially given airport prices. There are lots of nut varieties, but I already have some almonds from my flight out, and anyway, I don't think that eating half a pound of cashews quite counts as healthy, no matter how good they are for me. The little airport store here had an interesting section of "Bare Fruit" snacks - basically dried fruit, but more interesting stuff than the average apricot. You can buy a (big) plastic bag filled mostly with air and 4-5 slices of dried pear for $1.99. Yes, much better for me than the big bag of corn-syrup-pressed-into-fish-shapes, but two dollars (without tax) for a piece of food light enough to blow away in the breeze from a good emphysema-induced cough?
My mom is still recovering from her golf cart accident - she has a big wound on one leg that the hospital just washed and then sent her home without bandaging it (WTF??), and strangely enough, it got rather nasty, so she's had to go to the wound center to get it debrided (which sounds better than having the dead gunk scraped off it), and now they think she might need a skin graft. Good times. It hurts a lot. So it was a very quiet visit - we just hung out, I read a lot, we chatted, I fetched things and ran errands.
The weather was gorgeous. The kind of weather that reminds you why people move to this state. (Which is a lovely state, I'm not knocking the state! It's just that everything around here is so designed for nice weather that when there's not nice weather, everyone seems a bit lost and confused. Remember, too, that I am in Snowbirdland when I visit, which is a little bit Lalaland-esque.)
I graded three papers - the sum of my accomplishments. I'm hoping I can finish exam grading on the plane(s), and calculate grades, so that once I get home all I have to do is write two syllabi (blech), especially since I'm traveling again on Thursday. This is my gadabout spring break, clearly!
Okay, I think it's time to hit the ladies' room before I'm trapped in that big metal cylinder ("big" being the operational term here - there are two aisles, three sets of three seats - thank god for sitting on the aisle!). See everyone on the flip side!