I almost forgot.
We reached the airport in Sacramento well in advance of the flight. No matter where we sat down to wait - the seating area, the restaurant - we were surrounded by flies: Big, black, tenacious and extremely annoying.
At the restaurant there was a sign advertising that it was a Wi-Fi hotspot. So, out came my Wi-Fi adapter. It turned out that it was not free, and we did not think we'd be using it long enough to justify the $ 6.95 or whatever.
What made me laugh - almost helplessly - was the name of the network that popped up while I am desperately waving away the clouds of flies: "flysacramento"
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We had rented a minivan, a blue Chevy as it turned out. Miss Muppet was seriously concerned throughout the trip however, endlessly asking, "What happened to our white van?"
Our explanations that it is waiting for us in the parking lot would appease her for a little while, but the next time we get in the van, the questions would start up again.
It must be tough to be around four years old, when you have very little control over what happens in your world; when the only thing you can do is keep a very clear picture of where everything is in your world, and what everything and everyone's role is in it.
We reached the airport in Sacramento well in advance of the flight. No matter where we sat down to wait - the seating area, the restaurant - we were surrounded by flies: Big, black, tenacious and extremely annoying.
At the restaurant there was a sign advertising that it was a Wi-Fi hotspot. So, out came my Wi-Fi adapter. It turned out that it was not free, and we did not think we'd be using it long enough to justify the $ 6.95 or whatever.
What made me laugh - almost helplessly - was the name of the network that popped up while I am desperately waving away the clouds of flies: "flysacramento"
::
We had rented a minivan, a blue Chevy as it turned out. Miss Muppet was seriously concerned throughout the trip however, endlessly asking, "What happened to our white van?"
Our explanations that it is waiting for us in the parking lot would appease her for a little while, but the next time we get in the van, the questions would start up again.
It must be tough to be around four years old, when you have very little control over what happens in your world; when the only thing you can do is keep a very clear picture of where everything is in your world, and what everything and everyone's role is in it.
