Kronikle, Vol 3, Issue 1: Broke and Sober
Greetings from Kentucky, a state that probably has plenty of embarassing nicknames!
Being bare bones tonight, I have found myself inexplicably sleepy ALL day! Hmmmm....must be the one hour time change. The plane rides were magnificent! Got on a plane. Went to sleep. Arrived in Minneapolis. Got on a plane. Went to sleep. Arrived in Louisville. Alive. Perfect. I recall nothing--well, I may have drooled a little on a flight attendant, but that's what they get paid to deal with so no guilt was involved.
I entered the city early, so I checked into the hotel early. It was a great triumph in a day that involved more
drool than triumph. The guy at the desk asked if I wanted an upper floor or a lower floor. What a silly, silly man! Why wouldn't I want an upper floor resulting in a daily 45 minute wait to get into my room? I love negotiating my
presence within a 5X7 space with a bunch of sweaty academics! My answer, "The lower the better." I GOT A FIRST
FLOOR ROOM. With those four words, I added a full hour to my non-working day. Words are a powerful thing, indeed.
The question now is, "How do I fill that and the other remaining hours?" This is a fairly pressing question as I
was at Subway ordering a healthful-type sammich (he really could have put more spinach on it) and my (sole, only,
solitary) card was declined. I appear to now have about 40 bucks to last me eight days of travel, two evenings of which I must find my own way for dinner and one evening that will be spent doing laundry. This may be the longest dry spell of my 30s. I wonder what kind of person I will be. My money is on evil shrew.
I told the guy I had to go get money, but I still wanted the sandwich (only because he had already made it and I pay for my stuff), SO DON"T THROW IT AWAY! I hike all the way back to the hotel (this was probably a two mile trip from beginning of now humorous anecdote to finish). I return. He had thrown away my sandwich.
I got the question I think I wanted: women in Progressive era Reform movements. My answer was, "They were all named
Frances." We'll see how close I get tomorrow. I did, since I lacked the funds to do anything else, crack open the history book I brought with me (quit laughing) to research it so I can be all smart sounding tomorrow. I brought the wrong book.
On balance, I think I am taking today as a "It could be worse" type day. Tomorrow is a new one. Wonder what will
happen with that one.
I am
Carrie the Red (stripe)
Being bare bones tonight, I have found myself inexplicably sleepy ALL day! Hmmmm....must be the one hour time change. The plane rides were magnificent! Got on a plane. Went to sleep. Arrived in Minneapolis. Got on a plane. Went to sleep. Arrived in Louisville. Alive. Perfect. I recall nothing--well, I may have drooled a little on a flight attendant, but that's what they get paid to deal with so no guilt was involved.
I entered the city early, so I checked into the hotel early. It was a great triumph in a day that involved more
drool than triumph. The guy at the desk asked if I wanted an upper floor or a lower floor. What a silly, silly man! Why wouldn't I want an upper floor resulting in a daily 45 minute wait to get into my room? I love negotiating my
presence within a 5X7 space with a bunch of sweaty academics! My answer, "The lower the better." I GOT A FIRST
FLOOR ROOM. With those four words, I added a full hour to my non-working day. Words are a powerful thing, indeed.
The question now is, "How do I fill that and the other remaining hours?" This is a fairly pressing question as I
was at Subway ordering a healthful-type sammich (he really could have put more spinach on it) and my (sole, only,
solitary) card was declined. I appear to now have about 40 bucks to last me eight days of travel, two evenings of which I must find my own way for dinner and one evening that will be spent doing laundry. This may be the longest dry spell of my 30s. I wonder what kind of person I will be. My money is on evil shrew.
I told the guy I had to go get money, but I still wanted the sandwich (only because he had already made it and I pay for my stuff), SO DON"T THROW IT AWAY! I hike all the way back to the hotel (this was probably a two mile trip from beginning of now humorous anecdote to finish). I return. He had thrown away my sandwich.
I got the question I think I wanted: women in Progressive era Reform movements. My answer was, "They were all named
Frances." We'll see how close I get tomorrow. I did, since I lacked the funds to do anything else, crack open the history book I brought with me (quit laughing) to research it so I can be all smart sounding tomorrow. I brought the wrong book.
On balance, I think I am taking today as a "It could be worse" type day. Tomorrow is a new one. Wonder what will
happen with that one.
I am
Carrie the Red (stripe)