Saturday, May 28, 2011
A little battered . . .
That's what I was doing yesterday, and all went well on the flight to Montreal, but from Montreal to Fredericton, even my regulation-size carry-on was too big for the smaller plane's overhead bins and I had to leave it on a trolley outside the plane for the baggage handlers to toss into the hold. And toss they did! When I picked it up on de-planing, I wondered why it was so hard to pull -- this wheel was stoved right in, so much so that the sturdy-but-not-sturdy-enough exterior is cracked and there are several holes through to the case's lining. I'm probably going to be hunting for duct tape before I head back on Wednesday.
I'm feeling a bit battered myself, truth be told. Besides my video-screen not working throughout the flight to Montreal yesterday, we were late enough that the close connections left no time for a dinner meal and all was shut by the time we got in. And my lodging turns out to be way out in Mall-land, a good 45-minute, not very attractive walk from the (very attractive) campus. And I lost a favourite brooch, one I coveted every time I walked past it in the window on Neal Street in London, 'til I finally succumbed. . .
Still, the on-campus volunteers are remarkably friendly and helpful, I heard two exciting lectures today, got some good (walking) exercise, and now I'm going to hide out for the rest of the afternoon/evening with the weekend paper. Tomorrow will be a long day, and like my poor suitcase, I don't bounce back from fatigue as quickly as I once did. . .