The great non-train ride
This whole incident is embarrasing to admit, but here goes.
Yesterday, I was taking the train to Lacey/Olympia to visit the bro. I could have drove, but in the interest of homeschooling....
So everything was fine. In Portland, there was a break, a stop, we could get off. I took my computer/purse with the important stuff and we got off to use the restroom. I told one of the conductors what we were doing, she said that was fine.
We hurried, but the train left without us. With our stuff. In Portland. Last transport anywhere for the day. No rental cars. Rude people.
So, we ended up taking a cab to Portland airport to find a rental car. There are no rental cars left. So my bro picked us up in PDX at 10:05 pm, we arrived in Lacey and bed at 12:30 pm. I located my luggage at lost and found in Seattle Train station, they are sending on first train to Centralia and we will get it by Noon.
Stop laughing.
I know there was a reason for us to go through this. In Portland Airport, a man was trying to get his bags in the car and hold onto his baby, which he was dropping on his head. I loaded his car so the baby could live. Maybe God didn't want us to hear or see something on the train. I'll never know this side of Heaven. But all is well, my bro and I are making as many jokes as we can think of about the whole thing. He's a very, very, VERY good brother.
Ike loves the airport.
I have pictures, but the transfer cord is in my suitcase. More to come.
Yesterday, I was taking the train to Lacey/Olympia to visit the bro. I could have drove, but in the interest of homeschooling....
So everything was fine. In Portland, there was a break, a stop, we could get off. I took my computer/purse with the important stuff and we got off to use the restroom. I told one of the conductors what we were doing, she said that was fine.
We hurried, but the train left without us. With our stuff. In Portland. Last transport anywhere for the day. No rental cars. Rude people.
So, we ended up taking a cab to Portland airport to find a rental car. There are no rental cars left. So my bro picked us up in PDX at 10:05 pm, we arrived in Lacey and bed at 12:30 pm. I located my luggage at lost and found in Seattle Train station, they are sending on first train to Centralia and we will get it by Noon.
Stop laughing.
I know there was a reason for us to go through this. In Portland Airport, a man was trying to get his bags in the car and hold onto his baby, which he was dropping on his head. I loaded his car so the baby could live. Maybe God didn't want us to hear or see something on the train. I'll never know this side of Heaven. But all is well, my bro and I are making as many jokes as we can think of about the whole thing. He's a very, very, VERY good brother.
Ike loves the airport.
I have pictures, but the transfer cord is in my suitcase. More to come.
posted by Jeanine at
8:49 AM
2 Comments:
I LOVE YOU! You have the best stories! I'm so glad Jim was a good sport about the whole thing.
When things like this happen to us, we always chalk it up to "making a memory." I'm sure this is a train trip you will never forget!
And you WERE homeschooling. You taught Ike problem-solving skills, how to laugh at misfortune and mistakes, how to rally your resources, stick-to-itiveness, scheduling, patience, the list is endless! Great job!
Mary Sunshine, I love you!
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