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I am a bona fide Idiot

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Dateline: Yellowknife NWT Canada.

It is 12:17am in Cary IL and 11:17pm in Yellowknife.
I am finally in my room for the night. The thermostat was set at HIGH
all day and it is suffocatingly hot here. I have opened the windows
and am waiting for it to cool down. Here's the story of my travel day.



The plans for my trip were made months ago by the wonderful gals in Yellowknife.
They sent me my itinerary and an email came from the airlines with an
updated flight number etc. I printed them out and put them in my file.
When I initially read the dates and times, I saw the time of arrival
in Yellowknife as 10:05 am. This stayed in my head as the time my
flight leaves O'Hare.
Oh, oh.
So the day arrives and I wake up naturally, have my coffee, take a
shower, get dressed and then check the airlines to see if the weather
will cause a delay. I see that my flight is leaving at 8 am. It is
7:15 am when I see this and digest it.
OH… ####.
I call the airlines, saying
"I missed my flight!" (Not mentioning my idiotness) and they say that
I should try and make it, and if I don't, there is another flight
which I may be able to connect with at 9:50. I should "Go to Terminal
2".
I get to O'Hare,
Wait, that sounds too easy. I am driving the car, with the limping and
distressed Dave who should not experience STRESS which I am exuding in
bucketsful. It begins to rain and the rush hour is in full force. We
hear about a car fire on I-90 and take that road anyway. We are
overtaken by a truck with flashing lights with HELP!!! on the back
bumper. Soon we see the smashed-in car (what fire?) and the opposite
lane is backed up to Indiana, but not ours. We speed by. Dave
unclenches for a moment.

We arrive at Terminal 2 in a downpour (why not?) I get my new ticket
from Air Canada, which imho is a stellar example of how airlines ought
to be run. Very French! Ooo lala! and I find out I needed to be at
Terminal 1. The French accented desk person tells me that I can get
there right through those doors…outside in the pouring rain. With
three bags full. Baaah.
Onward I trudge, juggling the lopsided, clunking bags, cursing my idiocy.
I am put on a plane that heads for Edmonton Alberta, rather than
Calgary, as I missed my chance at that direct flight to Yellowknife.
I arrive in Edmonton at 2pm CST or 1pm Edmonton. My flight to
Yellowknife leaves at 8:15 tonight, and arrives at 10:05 pm or 11:05pm
CST.
I am an idiot.
O no, I mean,

I am an IDIOT!

Arriving in Edmonton, I breeze through customs and wait for my bags. I
get my carry-on (THANKS BE TO GOD) but no luggage. None.

They are lost.
All my clothes. All my quilts. All my stinkin' fabric, blades. Teflon
sheets. Patterns. Did I mention all my NEW QUILTS?

I am more than an IDIOT!

I decide it is time for a drink. There is a restaurant with a brewery
name attached. I order a big stinkin' pint o'beer. Ahhh. I think of
k.d.lang. She's Canadian y'know. Edmonton is her home town. I whistle
Big Boned Gal.
I order a nice lunch of grilled pork chops, veg and salad. I feel
better. I have a cup of coffee.

Everything is going to be fine, as I am a day early and won't need my
bags until tomorrow night. No pajamas…O well. I have my new
toothbrush, makeup, and tweezers for those pesky chin whiskers. I can
pass on the pjs.
I started a nice purple merino and silk sweater on the plane and as
soon as I find my yarn cutter, I will be right back at it, thankful
for a quiet dry place to knit. More coffee? OK!

Now I am going to bed. I am sleeping in the nude. Don't try to visualize this.