Current mood:

sleepy

It's been a long time....
Since I posted here. Well, I was gone for a week, and didn't even have decent access to a phone, much less the internet while I was gone. The workshop I attended to become a Master Trainer in the Chronic Disease Self-Management Program were great. However, I went down there with somebody I didn't know well, and we hit it off like matches and gasoline. I will give some blame to the Mercury retrograde that is still ongoing, but there is equal blame to go between us. The gentleman thinks I am ungrateful, and I think it is poor self-managment for a couple of gimps to fly to Salt Lake City in order to get to San Jose. After all, it would increase our risk of deep vein thrombosis, and if you know how to shop for airline tickets, it isn't even cheaper. But what was done was done, and I certainly didn't have enough money to buy my own tickets. Maybe I am picky, too, but I don't think I should have to put up with little black ants in my bathroom sink just because we were only paying $45/night for the motel. I don't have them in my apartment, and I don't expect to find them when I travel. Of course, the only place I have been out of the US is to Vancouver, B.C. when I was still sort of middle-class, and there weren't any ants there.
Adding to my misery outside of the workshop is that Epona, my scooter, apparently didn't take to flying very well, and stopped working while I was in Palo Alto. So I had to drag a broken scooter home by the skin of my teeth, and with no help since I managed to totally piss off my traveling companion, and he left me with $30 and told me to get to the airport on my own. Well, I made it, so there!! I still don't know what is wrong with Epona, the technician is supposed to come later today.
Another good reason not to fly to Salt Lake City is that of course, you are on Delta, which has its hub there. I suspect something Delta did caused the problem with my scooter, and they managed to break one of the brakes on my walker, damage the baskets on both my walker and my scooter, and generally piss me off. First, they fly MD-80-90s. These planes are right up there with the Airbus 380 for lack of room at the bulkhead. And of course, the bulkhead is where they put people with service dogs. I was thanking my stars I was traveling with a Cocker Spaniel, and not a 180lb. Rottweiller. The only airline that seems to know what to do with service dogs is Alaska, where they put you in the back row, where the dog can get under your seat, and or the seat ahead of you. And they always leave an empty seat for the dog, so you are crunching your neighbors. And guess what? They have a direct flight to San Jose. Even their one-stop flight stops in Portland, OR, which makes much more sense than SLC.
Friday was given her own certificate at the workshop, and they also presented her with a little bone pin. So now she is a Master Trainer in the Cocker Spaniel version of the program.
Well, I've managed to stay up all night again, and I need to get some sleep before the technician shows up. See you later.