The Burrow

Traveling to Chicago from Tucson is easy, for the most part.  Tucson International Airport (you can fly to Mexico) is teeny and I didn't have to worry about parking because TBG dropped me off at the door.  I checked my bag, for free, at the Southwest counter; there was no line and I was through security ten minutes after I left my sweetie at the sliding glass doors.  The TSA agents were friendly, and I must have been walking very well because no one offered me a loaner cane to help me step through the x-ray machine. And then, I saw her.  A slim, black, woman with a maternity TSA uniform. I was not allowed to photograph her, for security reasons, I guess, but that couldn't spoil my joy.  There was a tie in the back of the blouse, to allow for her ever expanding girth. Her pants were stretchy. TSA provided it all. I am so in love with my government right now. What a change from 1951, when G'ma was forced to resign from the NYC Public School system because I wa...

Yesterday's post merely scratched the surface. I didn't tell you about the swag (Stuff We All Get) or the hotel or the travels or Chicago.   I didn't tell you about nearly falling down the escalator or Lourds. Don't worry, all that and more is coming in this post. Since you, denizens, are the reason for The Burrow, it seems only fitting that you share in the joy of the largest blogging conference in America.  If you couldn't be there with me, I'll have to bring you along by the written word. That picture shows the stuff we got on the first day. Moo Cards  offered freebies if you pre-ordered in time. I used the opportunity to spread the word about getting involved. I now have the ability to provide immediate assistance when my companion is at a loss; the card shows how easy it is to make our voices heard.  The cards come in a reusable, sturdy, little, white box (it's in the front on the left with the blue wrapper) which fits neatly in my p...

(I had serious formatting issues with this post.  I tried and tried to fix them.  I nearly threw Nellie the Netbook through the window. In the end, Little Cuter reminded me that you read my content and don't judge my presentation.  Please remember that as the formatting takes on a life of its own below) ***** #BlogHer'13     was held at #McCormickPlace in #Chicago this year, and Little Cuter and I were in attendance.  It was a remarkable weekend of networking and learning and being inspired.   #BlogHer's founders were there Jory des Jardins, Elisa Camahort Page, Lisa Stone as were a host of celebrities. Little Cuter and I were front and center for #ReeDrummond, # PioneerWoman . Have you seen her on #The FoodNetwork? Neither have I. I'm not a #cook, nor a #homeschooler, nor married to an Oklahoma cowboy. I don't live on a ranch, nor am I renovating an old building in the center of my cute but dying little town. ...

Nerthus is there already.  Little Cuter and I are making our plans for dinner.  I'm remembering to put a canvas tote bag in my giant suitcase so that I can carry around the swag I collect.  BlogHer'13  is at McCormick Place in Chicago, and I am on my way. Chicago is one of the few place to which I can fly without changing planes.  Luckily, my friends and my family are there, too, as are the Art Institute and the lakefront and the library building on Michigan Avenue.  There's deep dish pizza and flaming saganaki and the world's biggest and best margaritas.   Someday, I'll see Shakespeare on Navy Pier ; perhaps I can organize an outing to Comedy of Errors which is opening on Friday night on the pier's South Lawn.  Of course, Not Kathy and Dr. K live right above the Pritzker Pavillion, and the music there might be tempting, too. It Happened One Night  is being shown outside, at Belmont Harbor, on Tuesday.  I have an early appoint...