Sunday, September 18, 2011

The Golden State, slightly tarnished....

Home to go to bed and sleep til odd hours and wake wondering where the hell I am. God, Jet lag is a bitch! Overall it was 22 hrs from getting up at 7am last Wednesday morning at the ETAP in the 19th Arr. in Paris, calling a cab with the inherent wait that drew on to 45 minutes because of awful traffic. Nice cabbie, a Morrocan young man, nice chat about the Arab Spring. Mostly the focus was on the difference between the rich and the poor ansd the powerful and the power-less that led to the revolutions. CDG was it's normal self, they were more than ijnterested in the cat and her papers and shots, more so than we usually face. Eventually it was all approved and American accepted us to climb abourd a bus to drive out on the tarmac to reach our American Airlines 767-300, one long puppy of an airplane. Seated in row 31 just behind the wing made for a rather smooth ride. 9 hours to Chicago, 2 hrs on the ground and then another 5 to San Francisco. God I was tired, then my dear daughter Audrey had parked the car in the garage in front of the International Terminal...we were gated at the Domestic terminal 150 yards south of her car and across the bloody streets that circle the Arrival and Departure doors. Kelly stayed behind with the luggage while Audrey and I made our way back to the car and spewnt the better part of an hour trying to find a way to get to the appropriate garage. Bunches of false starts before we finally got it located and drove to retrieve my Duck and Furry. Then off to Suisun some 50 miles as the crow flies from the airport through heavy SF traffic. Landed at 6:30, arrived in Suisun at 9:15. Where am I?! Oh shit I was now pooped! Off to bed shortly and up at 1 and 5 and 7...ohhhh. After a few days it got down to one wake up a night.