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March 2017



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you may throw your rock and hide your hand, working in the dark against your fellow man

I'm home from the Future Tense/Project Hieroglyph events, which were several kinds of amazing and fun.

The most entertaining bit of the whole thing happened when I was alone in my hotel room on Wednesday night, though--the part where I woke up at ten to midnight curled up, freezing, having pulled all the pillows on top of me. And then I spent five minutes arranging the pillows for maximum heat reflectivity before it even occurred to me that I could, you know, get up and turn off the AC, and see if there was an extra blanket in the closet. And then it took an extra five minutes on top of that before I could convince myself to venture out of the dubious warmth of my bed and risk the chill of the room to correct the situation. Of course, once I had done so, I found the blanket and killed the AC and was back in bed and snug and warm in 30 seconds.

And this right here explains why peak oil and global climate change are such fucking intractable problems. Because monkeys, that's why.

The only drawback of the trip has been that half a day's travel home became a full day's travel because Chicago delays, and then my luggage vanished into the void. There's still hope it will be on the porch in the morning, though--and I kind of hope so, because it has 3/5ths of my dress shoes and four of my favorite business dresses in it. And, you know, socks and jeans and shirts and stuff, all of which I like.

That's not an insignificant cash and comfort outlay.

Not to mention some not very valuable but sentimental items, and my best running shorts. (If anybody is about to be moved to make comments about never checking anything, by the way, remember how I feel about unsolicited advice, and remember how much I travel and for how long. Not everything goes in a carry on.)

I think by Mary Robinette Kowal Rules, I now get a drink.

It didn't manage to crush my Zen, though. Apparently, my Zen is uncrushable today, despite several inconveniences (besides the flight delays, I also got on the wrong shuttle and had to walk from valet parking to the extended stay lot I was in, and there were two rather bad accidents on the way home) and emotionally complicated bits of news. Also, the baggage claim lady was marvelous and I think we bonded.

Ladies in Front of Me: "It's a gray hard sided rolling bag with a rainbow strap."
Her: "You'd better describe the contents...."

Me: "It's an electric lime green soft-sided rolling bag that converts to a backpack, and there's hot pink and electric blue leopard print duct tape on it."
Her: "...this is not your first rodeo."

Anyway, perhaps the Airline Elves will leave it in the night. In the meantime, I get to hug my happy dog again and then go sleep in my own bed.


American misdirected my bright purple suitcase, and I got it back in three days under the stealth of night, and they put it right in front of my outward opening storm door.

I wish luggage-fu for you.
What is it about Chicago? I've only changed planes there once, and they managed to lose my bag (it turned up the next day, which was a relief as I'd carried fan stuff from England for US fans and was rather worried it was gone for good!)
This is why I tried to convince markgritter to get the electric pink Southwestern print suitcase that was on sale, even though I hate pink. Ah well. I hope they get your bag to you very early this morning. And the dog-hugging! The dog-hugging is important.
I hope your luggage turns up safely soon.
Good luck with the luggage!

I'm not going to disagree with you with the checking - as a parent when I'm travelling checked luggage is a necessity - it's just not possible to 'carry on' all the clothes, toys, and accessories that a 3 year old needs.

Although the airlines have mislaid my luggage a few times when travelling, it's always found it's way to me again. (Although once it had apparently been left out in the rain and a few books got severely wrinkled. :( )
Now that I need to replace my suitcases after a couple of hard trips and a 'helpful' TSA agent*, I need to find the brightest suitcases I can, and then paint things on them with fabric paint.

* They saw a lock on the zipper, so they locked the suitcases after they were done. But we lost the keys to the locks time and time again, so there was a lot of googling on how to pick suitcase locks. (The most useful suggestion was a warning about how thieves could open zippers with a ballpoint pen... that I think was going on to sell something to protect your zippers, but I was too busy rescuing clothing.
Oh gawd. I'd die. On the spot.

It seems my luggage has been located (They say "Recovered" which gives me uncomfortable visions of it dredged from the Potomac, bloated and dripping weeds) and turned over to the delivery service, and they're taking their own sweet time about getting it out to me.

Now we know why these guys only wear ugly shirts. Nobody would lose those.
Hopefully, the delivery service won't do unto you as they did unto me the last time my bags were lost and then were found. The delivery folks said they were going to return the bag on a Saturday afternoon; early Saturday evening, they called asking for directions to my abode.

Says I to the delivery person: "Well, where are you now?"
Says the delivery person: "I'm in the center of Boxford."
Says I to the delivery person: "Okay, but I live in Boxborough."

(This was in the dark ages - before GPS-enabled phones, before Google Maps, and verily even before Google itself.)
And I have my suitcase! Intact, and everything accounted for.
In addition to wantonly wandering luggage, watch for a box. Not a huge one, not a tiny one. Brown, the way they are in their natural state.
Yay, happy dog!
Hurrah for happy dog and own bed!
Did you get your luggage back? I'm sorry it's missing, that sucks balls. I have a terrible fear of losing my luggage. My husband showed me a new luggage tag that has a GPS tracker implanted in it. I think it's the best freaking idea!
Yes, the luggage found me!