Month: July 2004

Lucky Pup

Berck has bungee-corded me to the lawn chair that serves as my desk chair and is forcing me to write about the events last weekend that almost kept us in Chicago much longer than we intended. So, here goes. I consider myself a lucky person. I am even lucky in my misfortune. When something unlucky happens to me, it usually happens in the most fortuitous circumstances…or even prevents a far greater misfortune. (Like that time Berck and I got locked out of the laundromat; the delay gave our bowels just long enough to realize the bad Mexican food we’d eaten…

Stage Check (part deux)

I didn’t fly last week after Monday. We went to Chicago. (There are more tales from Chicago, but I think Joanna should tell about them, because people will think I’m making fun of her if I point out the silly ways in which she tried to keep us from coming home.) We came back from Chicago. On Monday, I couldn’t get Mike on the phone. I drove to the flight school, but there weren’t very many people there. I thought maybe the school was closed. On Tuesday, Mike asked if I’d heard from Will about my recheck. I hadn’t. He…

The Windy City

We’re in Chicago. We drove from Norman Friday morning. It’s pretty easy… you take Interstate 44 until you get to St. Louis, then I-55 till Chicago. I-44 passes through Springfield, MO, the first house Berck remembers living in. We got lunch at Arby’s, and with Berck’s description of the neighborhood to his mom, and his mom’s description of the house, we were able to find it. We would have taken a picture, if we had a camera. We got to Sydney’s apartment in Wicker Park after ten p.m. After walking many blocks in search of food, we settled for a…

Chicago

I have tomorrow off. Happy 4th on the 2nd! That meant that we were supposed to get off every day this week at 4:30. Ha! We did on Monday and Tuesday. Then we were hit by some humongous orders. Yesterday we got off at 6. Today we finally got to leave at 6:45…and that was just us new people. Everyone else had to help fill pink cards (which we haven’t been trained to do), so I don’t know when they got to go home. So what are we doing on our three-day weekend? We’re driving to Chicago! Berck’s sister Sydney…

Alarum III

Our upstairs neighbor came downstairs today. She was extremely apologetic. She had just gotten back from the airport, had been out of town all week. (So we didn’t hear her upstairs after all. Berck thinks I’m hearing things. I think her boyfriend came every evening to feed the cat.) So when Berck woke me up on Monday morning, wondering if our neighbor was dead, my sleepy answer was apparently accurate. “No, she had to get up early on Sunday to catch a plane. She’ll be gone all week, and the alarm will wake us up each morning.” Then I drifted…