Katydid of Zenith
Jun. 30th, 2025 07:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoAnd we are home! I had every intention of blogging via phone, but I forgot that logging in to Dreamwidth from my phone requires an authentication process that has so far proved to be literally impossible. I'm sure someone has figured this out, but I cannot and apparently many other people online cannot either. We arrived at our house about 6 last night, after riding in planes, trains, and automobiles (well, not railroad trains, but airport trams plus buses). Our longest flight was 9 hours from Munich to Chicago. It was a Lufthansa plane, so somewhat nicer and more comfortable than the one in which we flew from Newark to Munich on the outward voyage. But no airplane remains comfortable after nine hours. I was ready to cry by the time we landed. And ready to kiss the ground in Michigan by the time we landed there. We thought we might try to stay up until maybe 9 o'clock, but by 7:30 I was ready to pass out, and we collapsed oh so gratefully into our own bed and slept until about 2. Then we both woke up, went downstairs to drink some more big glasses of water WITH ICE, and went back to bed at 4 and slept until 8. And we also took a lovely nap later in the morning, when the Sparrowhawk came home from counting money and I was finished with a short conversation with Queenie. This sleep has been the awesome sauce. It is so smooth and chill, like the very best ice cream.
Our goal for today was to do just enough activity to make it possible to sleep some more. To this end, I have processed quite a lot of laundry, and helped the Sparrowhawk with meal prep. He has been to the store to get milk and coffee cream. And a coffee cake that mysteriously appeared after his shopping trip. I think he misses the fleshpots of Egypt, aka the pastries that were served on the boat. We also caught up with the reading for our online book club, and participated in the meeting this evening.
It is now about 3 am in Budapest, and twenty-four hours ago, we were in a taxi speeding through the pre-dawn twilight to the airport. It was then that I, in a dopy and sleep-deprived state of semi-consciousness, managed to gather up assorted bags, but left my phone behind in the taxi! The Sparrowhawk, and Tron, who served as a proxy while we were in flight, spent a lot of energy on phone calls and emails to the cruise company, begging their assistance in reclaiming the phone. The taxi driver disclaimed all knowledge, but Find My Phone showed us the path of the device, noodling idly around Budapest between the docks and the airport. Apparently the delights of central Europe had wooed my phone away from the path of righteousness and it was hanging out at the docks, in a striped pullover and rakish cap, with a cigarette dangling from its lips. At last, motivated by the Sparrowhawk's skillful application of hot and cold compresses in the form of flattery and admonition, the cruise company staff awakened itself and found the taxi and reclaimed my errant device! This is hardly short of miraculous! The Sparrowhawk is my hero! And now to bed again, to rest untroubled by worries about the fate of the prodigal phone.
Our goal for today was to do just enough activity to make it possible to sleep some more. To this end, I have processed quite a lot of laundry, and helped the Sparrowhawk with meal prep. He has been to the store to get milk and coffee cream. And a coffee cake that mysteriously appeared after his shopping trip. I think he misses the fleshpots of Egypt, aka the pastries that were served on the boat. We also caught up with the reading for our online book club, and participated in the meeting this evening.
It is now about 3 am in Budapest, and twenty-four hours ago, we were in a taxi speeding through the pre-dawn twilight to the airport. It was then that I, in a dopy and sleep-deprived state of semi-consciousness, managed to gather up assorted bags, but left my phone behind in the taxi! The Sparrowhawk, and Tron, who served as a proxy while we were in flight, spent a lot of energy on phone calls and emails to the cruise company, begging their assistance in reclaiming the phone. The taxi driver disclaimed all knowledge, but Find My Phone showed us the path of the device, noodling idly around Budapest between the docks and the airport. Apparently the delights of central Europe had wooed my phone away from the path of righteousness and it was hanging out at the docks, in a striped pullover and rakish cap, with a cigarette dangling from its lips. At last, motivated by the Sparrowhawk's skillful application of hot and cold compresses in the form of flattery and admonition, the cruise company staff awakened itself and found the taxi and reclaimed my errant device! This is hardly short of miraculous! The Sparrowhawk is my hero! And now to bed again, to rest untroubled by worries about the fate of the prodigal phone.
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Date: 2025-07-03 12:21 am (UTC)