Cancer 20° (July 10)

 

S. went out on some appointments this morning and I stayed in the room. I didn’t even want a coffee. And then the absurd happened in that I fell back to sleep and she was knocking at 11am to get back into the room and I didn’t even hear her. So she had to go back down and get a key. Like I have some kind of sleeping sickness. Anyway we got packed up, checked out and left the bags, did a little shopping and decidedto have a proper lunch at La Loile, inside in the air conditioning. The French waiter asked if we were frenched which is always a compliment to our accents. I have a pretty lousy vocabulary but I can surely fake a good accent. S. had a salad of course and I got the moules frites and a small salad and we had a lovely bottle of red Sancerre slightly chilled topped off by a little cheese course.

Back at the hotel, bid everyone farewell, ordered a car and this lovely Ethiopian man picked us up. He told us the story of his coming to American, how he had two sons, one of whom had autism—he showed us a picture of him on his phone and he was an absolutely enormous ten year old. Anyway it was such a nice journey to Logan when it could have been the opposite. We tipped him twenty on top and projected our best intentions toward him. Check in was quick and easy but even so there was a moment where I’m in the little scanning tube with my hands over my head and the TSA agent has the nerve to bark at me: “pull your pants up.” I kept from splitting him a new infinitive. We beelined to the lounge which was very large and pretty stuffy. I didn’t even look at the buffet but people were stuffing there faces right and left. They had Coppola wine which wasn’t terrible and it paired nicely with the gummies I’d manage to sneak through.

Got on the plane had a single glass of champagne ordered dinner then never even ate it. I vaguely remember seeing a plate with salmon on it which they took away. I feel asleep and stayed asleep the entire time but for half-sleeping through about ninety minutes of turbulence in the middle. I just lay there flat on the bed bouncing away. I never even put on my blanket; nothing. I have never in my life been so completely out of it on a plane. I typically at least take advantage of the amenities in biz class and attempt to watch a film. None of that happened. (I am aware I am recounting pretty boring stuff here but I can’t really explore the world of ideas while traveling—I probably won’t be able to speak beyond the quotidien blow by blows until I’m settled in, if not in England, then next week once I reach the boat. But I will do my level best to acclimte as soon as possible.

 

 

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°,  for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360  degrees spread over 365 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.

 

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