Spring Bloodroot Moon
Home again, home again. The dogs greeted me with unusual joy and vigor. Vega spun round and Gertie jumped up, biting at me to come play. Tumultuous. And wonderful.
Kate came into the Loon Cafe and picked me up from the Hiawatha light rail. She had on blinking ear-rings. The server at the cafe, before I arrived, had asked her, “Is that how your friend will recognize you?” It was. I knew her right away.
She led us through the maze of parking spaces to the truck, not easy in the mammoth commuter ramps that collect cars from the western burbs.
The trip home had no remarkable moments, a good thing for travel. I did use, for the first time, a bar code boarding pass on my cell phone. Felt very with it. You all have probably done it for years, but it was amazing to me.
It’s nice to use the full size key-board and not the 92%, slick metal keys of the netbook. Having said that, the netbook has been the best single computer purchase I’ve ever made. It goes everywhere with me when I travel. It’s compact, picks up wi-fi with ease and has a 92% keyboard, which is why I bought it. It’s allowed me to post on this blog from as far away as Cape Horn, south of Tierra del Fuego.