Oct 4 6 Comments

Koreans and gay guys

Jeez, I am such a packrat. I am on my way back to Norway now and let me tell you some of the things I am bringing with me. A bag of semi sweet chocolate chips (because in Norway we can only get dark chocolate in bars and it is soooo convenient to have the chocolate made into chips for me.) Lots of Emergen-C. A bag of beef Jerky (for Steve). About 20 books.  A sleeping mattress in light foam (Yes, it is true and ask Steve WHY). Three pairs of winter boots.(Because my girls have grown out of the ones from last year and they are expensive). Pens (Because my girls like this particular brand, G2 or something). And, I am embarrassed to admit, even more stuff that I am not going to reveal here because it is Christmas gifts for my girls from wonderful, amazing Lynn.

Bringing all this earthly stuff made me a little stressed while packing because, actually, it was getting heavy.

I was a little worried about getting charged an arm and a leg for so much luggage. (In Norway they would have, for sure.) But I met a charming man at the check-in counter who asked me if I was carrying fire arms (He said his computer said I may have a problem with fire arms, which is true: I don’t like them.) When I assured him I was not, he told me I would have to pay 50 dollars for my bag. But I reminded him of my all-powerful Star alliance GOLD card, and he immediately looked at me with great respect and said, of course, no problem, we can take your bags free of charge.

I think I will be very sad if I ever lose this card.

Now I am sitting at an over-crowded eating place at the airport in Seattle. People everywhere, like ants. One thing I have learned over the last few weeks is this: Airports are crowded—always. All the signs getting to this part of the airport were in Korean (and English). I thought it was odd, and wondered if it is another sign Korea is taking over the world. But I think that this terminal must be a hub for Koreans because they are also everywhere, like Korean ants—following a tour guide with a paper lifted high, many of them wearing baseball hats and mostly checkered clothes. They appear to speak Korean only. Thus the Korean signage. I figure there have been a few lost Koreans in the past.

Next to me is a gay couple. They brought a small cooler with them, full of yummy snacks, nuts, and chocolate-covered cherries. Some healthy looking chips too. They are talking and laughing. I wish they would talk to me and ask if I want to try their cherries.

On the other side is a couple of older ladies. They have dressed up for the flight. Their hair is styled and curled. Only floral prints and gold jewelry are fitting for such an occasion. They went to Seattle’s Best and got themselves a piece of coffee-cake and ice tea. “As you see, I love coffee shops,” I overheard one of them say. I wonder where they are going. To see their grandkids perhaps.

Waiting in line to go through the endless luggage scan I was behind three young ladies, blond and pretty. They were wearing designer sweats and brand new wool slippers. I tried to spy on their conversation, but only got a word here and there. When we had to show our boarding passes, I snuck a glance at theirs and observed that they are going to Paris. So fitting, I thought. Wonder if they will like Paris in October and if they will be surprised at how expensive clothes are there.

So the gay guys and the old ladies have moved on and I should too. Now the table is taken by a Korean couple who are eating noodles from a plastic bowl. Kham sam Haseyo, they just said, which I think means Thank you or hello. (I went to Korea once).

I need to get a magazine for the flight. I packed all the 20 books in my overweight suitcase, causing poor luggage handlers in many countries back pain. But I know I will be happy to have so many new English books to read.

I need to go to the bathroom too. I forgot to look at myself in the mirror after my shower this morning and I am not sure if I look alright.


  • Steve Gumaer says:

    Your biggest fan loves your posts. You are a talented writer and don’t bother with the mirror, I can assure you that you look like a knock out!

  • Maureen Beighey says:

    I am sitting in Tracey’s kitchen in complete silence and I am loving it. I was thinking of going for a walk but the rain is coming and I am sleepy. I feel like this new chapter in my life will be so different from all the rest. Even though our lives are different, I believe our hearts are quite similar. Thanks for sharing the good stuff with me!

  • Lynnie says:

    Books are good. I wanted to tell you that two really good reads are Freedom, (Oprah’s new pick this month) and New York, by Rutherford. I wished I could get you all a Kindle. Actually you need two of them!!!!! One for you and one for Stever. You download books from Amazon in 1 minuet!!!!!! I have a new saying around my house, Eric where is my Kindle. She is a beauty and it makes me feel rich to have her fit into a purse pocket and know that I am going to get like 15 new books to read at all times.
    I was taken aback for a minuet as i saw Lynn ( although they cll me grama so what was i thinking?) gave your daughters gifts…… I so wished that I could be nearer and not so poor most of the time, to buy them everything they ever wanted. Good grama I am huh? NOT, i would totally spoil them if they were around me and then you all would hate me being near to you…….I love the descriptions of our typical American hubs, the airport. I love to people watch there. I am glad that you are either on your way home or already there by now. Happy Homecoming. Lynnie

  • Gina says:

    Oddny! I just love your blog. Boy do I miss checking in with you. . . . .
    It would be so nice to bump into you in crowded airport one day. I was only 32 pounds overweight leaving the USA and my silver card expired. I’m so glad someone’s didn’t! Oh well, the extra dough was worth a year’s supply of Annies mac-n-cheese. The things we do. xx

  • Linda says:

    I love the blog, this one is great and the guy going to Dubai is hilarious
    I love the inner working of your mind and that you are so willing to share it

    keep it coming

    I miss you!