Unclaimed Baggage

Sunday: Woke at 6:30. MB showering while I went about my morning practices. Then I showered while MB did her sitting. Packed and left the room around 7:25. The bunch had gathered downstairs waiting to go to breakfast. Some chatting and goodbyes. MB and I back up to the room, completed packing, and a few minutes with the Moving Force. Downstairs, and took the shuttle to the airport, the very polite woman driver of the van referring to MB as "Ma'am" and me as "Sir."


We had a meager and expensive breakfast at the airport. We were delayed going through security by a large group of mostly Japanese young people, who had just participated in a Karate competition, but otherwise we passed through without incident. A short and sleepy flight to Reagan International in DC. We avoided eating any more airport food as we waited for our transfer. We saw the Pentagon and the Lincoln Memorial as we took off. A bit of turbulence as we neared Boston, but made it back safe and sound, around 2:20 PM.

At baggage claim, a sea of unclaimed baggage awaited us. We never found out where all these bags came from, where they were going, or who they belonged to. A sign proclaimed "Don't leave your baggage unattended." I dare say there were a few hundred people who would have liked to have followed that recommendation. Eventually our bags came out at another carousel.


Drove back to Somerville, and picked up some thin-crust pizza at the place near the public works department. Back home, Gus was still kicking. The cat lady had left us a lengthy report. We ate, and then took a nap. Later on, MB went out to pay the cat lady and retrieve her key. Unpacking. Made some coffee. Piano and slit drum. Down basement and email.

At 7 PM, MB and I played guitar for a bit over an hour. We worked on C Major triads, then played a bunch of repertoire, ending with a little work on Driving Force. Down basement and work on the last of the three DVDs. Around 10, back upstairs and noodles, hanging with MB, started the dishwasher. Gus is purring a lot. He seems to get sweeter, the more frail he becomes. He's just skin and bones now. Back down basement and more DVD work. Soon to complete the day.