i am now in nyc, after some amount of time in hartford yesterday, and sadly what will not be a happy kitten rescue story, but just a gentle death for the little one.

bleh!

found a cat yesterday, so hungry she was willing to be friendly. so i grabbed a tin of cat food off the porch from last time we had stray cats, and opened it, and was able to grab her and feed her. i called the vet, and they said that if nathan brought her in in the morning, they'd check her out. so she lived on the front porch in one of our spare dog kennels overnight, and then nathan brought her in. unfortunately, she has feline leukemia. she's about three years old, and hugely skinny. so it's not going to be good to take her home with us and try and get her acclimatized to the dogs when she's sick and will die soon anyhow. so we're going to have her put to sleep. i asked nathan to see if it could wait until monday so i could be there for her, but if they can't, then it'll be today.

fortunately, new york city manners and minnesota manners overlap in one important way-- if someone is standing in the pinata aisle of the party store, on their cell phone, crying, you ignore them. not up for explaining to random
nyc strangers.

so, last night at the airport, i got to the airport at about 530pm, and found out that my flight was running two hours late. however, the nice counterwoman got me on the flight that was scheduled for 420pm, which would be actually leaving about as soon as i got to the gate. so i got to the gate and found out that we were flying out on the smallest plane i have ever been on in my whole entire life. 50 passengers,
one on one side, two on the other. teensy. i was seated next to a non-communicative businessman, which was fine except for the part where together, we were too wide for the seat. sad me.

we flew and flew and flew, and were outside of newark, and were informed that we were waiting to get into newark. then we were informed that we were going to land in hartford, ct, to refuel. refueling is a better choice than dying horribly in a fiery
crash, but landing in newark the first time would have been the best, i think.

the pilot came out and let us know that it'd be a little bit, and some fine fine people on the flight explained that with an unscheduled stop, really, they should give us free booze. so they did. yay! so i had half of a tiny bottle of bad chardonnay. but it was free. free is good.

we eventually landed in newark. all i have to say about this is that i would like to know what circle of hell the newark airport is in, and what i did to get sent there. (other than pay the money, i mean.)

then, here to piglet's house, where i was enormously dazed for about an hour, and then i went to bed. now i have gotten up and gone to the party store and am writing this. oh, the excitement.