I am traveling... that's why I haven't been blogging. I had this free ticket (I mentioned once before), am going to see my old friend in PA, have to go through WA (DC) to get there. As I said, I got this ticket because a year ago a flight was overbooked and I had the time to miss it.
Well, my flight today was delayed long enough to make me miss my connection. So here I am in a free hotel room once again. A pretty nice room, too. The only snag is that all the running around means no dinner. Nothing's open. I can't complain. I really can't. In fact, I had a BIG lunch thinking... something or other... that it would somehow help me be ready for the trip. And it did.
In all that delay-time I got to read
A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L'Engle. I read it when I was a kid, and didn't really remember anything. Emma and I saw the movie last summer, and she liked it, so I tried to read the book to her, but she was
bored by it. Which is the most awful thing on earth to be, if you are ten years old.
And the delay plus flight time was so long that I even got to read half of
The Telling by Ursula K. Le Guin. She is an amazing writer. Both these books are library books, but I have to buy a copy of
The Telling for my very own. It has the same kind of magic that P.D. Ouspensky's
In Search of the Miraculous once had for me. Which is to say, the feeling that there is a teaching, a secret somewhere that you can find if you are open and meet the right people.
I spent many years actually doing something like that, so it is interesting to read a fictional account that has some of that same feeling... I want to try to write about what happened to me. Nelson was there, too, and many many interesting people.
Anyway... I have to get to bed. I washed all my clothes except my jeans (and of course my shoes) in the sink and hung them up to dry. (My suitcase is somewhere in the air.) Don't want to be stinky tomorrow. And I have to find a toothbrush in the morning...
