Where do I begin?
Was it the flight?
The fact that I did
not actually get the opportunity to fly the big machine that
Would take me and my little love ‘Josephine – JOEY’ {shit-zsu}
to our new home.
We boarded the plane at 7am arriving in Boston at 10.30am…..and we waited.
And we waited. And we waited. And we waited.
To Joey , it may as well have been a space ship taking us to another planet. Joey has never been on a plane or to another planet like Maine.
The plane we were supposed to get on
to take us to our final destination in MIDCOAST MAINE...
to take us to our final destination in MIDCOAST MAINE...
Well, they just kept cancelling the flights.
“Too Much Fog” they said.
This went on for 3
flight cycles…..
then I found out that
The last pilot was a ‘chic’ – I was so frustrated. I wanted
to tell her….
Move the f—k over!!!
I am not afraid of
fog!!!!
(big talk
coming from a big chicken)
My dog had no place to relieve herself. I kept taking her
into the ladies room and telling her to
Make her pee pee & poo poo. She did. I cleaned it up.
What was she to do for 12 ( and 3 more) hours????
Anyhow…with the veins in my head visibly popping out
I suggested that I would wait no longer – since there were
no more flights on this night….
And that I would like a refund because I was driving by rent a car
up to Rockland.
This my dears….. is an entirely other story.
At last
We reached Mom & Spruce Head Maine at midnight.
Tell me, isn't my dog a little saint?
She never made a peep or a problem.
And it was her very 1st airline trip.
I am so proud of her.
For now,
I am just praying my things arrive in one piece when the
truck comes.
Later….give me some time.
I am in shock and trying to decompress.
love all my friends xoxo
Renee Finberg 'TELLS ALL' in her Blog of her Adventures in Design,Boca Raton and Camden Maine, All Interior Design Services, the move to maine, it's been a bitch
