Lyft to the train station. Get off the train and take an excursion bus for 20 minutes to get back on the train. Track repairs added that step.
Up the steps to find a taxi, operated by possibly the slowest driver in the Northern Hemisphere.
Spend several delightful hours with Dr. P, a playgroup mom, reliving old times and trying not to despair over current events. Add in a short walk for lunch (where she and TBG sat on wet cushions which led to wet tushes and a quick trip to the dryer for their pants and underwear) and then we were in her car on the way to the L.
Took an elevator down to the platform and the elevated train to the airport and the moving walkway through terminals until we collapsed at a restaurant.
Now we wait for the plane to depart, then Lyft home.
Well, the plan left on time and landed 30 minutes early.... but the Lyftc would take 35 minutes to arrive and there were no taxis at all. We waited only 10 minutes for one to show up, but it felt like a year. By the time we got home it was 2am, Eastern Time.
As TBG pointed out, 9 segments is really too much for old bones.
And yet, we go on.
I got the impression that it wasn't a fun trip, but am totally confused about where and why.
ReplyDeleteWe were on our way home from South Bend by way of Chicago.... from the grandkids to old friends and then My Own Bed!
DeleteThe travel gets to TBG much more than it does to me.
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