Margarita, please. (posted by Ann)
It's been a long week, and I'm sitting on the train on the way home, using the extra-jiffy wireless network card I just got to blog on the train. Pretty cool, huh? Well, I thought it would be fun, except that I've now been on the train for over an hour and we're only about two miles out of downtown. There are tornadoes further north of us, and they don't want to go into the tornadoes (Good Idea, Mr. Engineer!) so we're sitting. And sitting. I did buy a bottle of water, and I have an apple, so I shouldn't complain. The guy sitting across from me keeps eyeing my water. . .
One of the guys that works for me sent me a couple of pictures today. I had my team out on the boat earlier this summer. This is the view of downtown when we got on the boat to go sailing. There was definitely some fog, but it wasn't too bad.


I actually didn't go anywhere this week - no ORD, no LGA, no nothing. I got to see Steve run in another meet yesterday, and he has one tomorrow as well, so I'll post more pictures this weekend. I have the offending sleeve ripped out but now I can't find any size 4 needles, so it's languishing while I do other things.
The train is moving again, thank goodness! My normal hour and 45 minute commute is probably going to be three hours tonight. I could make a fortune if I had margaritas to sell on the train about now.
2 Comments:
Thanks for the reminder on why I am in no hurry to move back to the States. I hated my commute when I lived in Chicago. In Belgium my normal commute is about 15 minutes via car and 25 via public transportation. Life is good =)
Oh, Kimberly, what a great commute! In three years my son will graduate from high school and then my commuting days are over. I will get a condo downtown that I'll stay in during the week and will have a house for the weekends.
I had a couple of margaritas myself when I finally got home!
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