And so vacation is over. I didn't make it to Savannah after all. Maybe next time. With the exception of stumbling around St. Augustine for a day, I did nothing but lounge in a raft in a backyard pool taking silly cellphone photos of my big toe with the tropical lagoon as a backdrop. I don't quite think my toe is ready for its internet debut, so this photo will have to do.
I had to go through extra security and full bag search upon my departure from Florida. The culprit? The spoonrest I bought at a Mexican pottery shop in that bag I'm holding in the picture. They thought it was a weapon. It was not. It was a resting spot for the weary spoon that stirs my winter porridge. But I'm glad those kids are doing their job.
The flooding at O'Hare was like nothing I had seen. We were delayed for several hours and then circled the city twice, over the waters to Michigan and back, up to Wisconsin and around again. I tuned into the cockpit audio and thought to myself, boy, what a horrible air traffic controller I'd be. The Lufthansa pilot coming in was the only one using cool words like 'Roger' and 'Over and Out.' This disappointed me. Upon arrival, the stench and dripping ceilings of the lowest level of the airport were SUCH a lovely welcome home and the Blue Line was completely flooded over and the husband couldn't get to the airport to pick me up due to thigh-high waterlogged roads in his path. The CTA built an ark of chewing gum and popsicle sticks, however, and a shuttle bus took us to the next available station. Nothing like seeing rowboats along the side of your urban streets. And all the flooded cemetaries....
Very strange weather indeed.
And then nothing but sunshine.
Tomorrow is autumn. Officially. This is my favorite time of year....
