He who loves money wil not be satisfied with money, nor he who loves abundance with its income.
This too is vanity. When good things increase, those who consume them increase.
Most of Friday I spent working on a Christmas present. It is turning out well, I think, and that’s all I’ll say about that. On Friday afternoon I met with Karissa and Nora, a couple buddies from WPI who were in Washington for part of the break. We sat and watched ducks on the Kirkland waterfront after enjoying a quick bite at World Wrapps. The evening I spent eating Brown Cow ice cream (now called Udderly Chocolate) and watching that classic disaster movie, Airplane. Mom and I felt it fitting, since we both had planes to catch the next morning.
Saturday went by in a whirl – primarily because I lost three hours of it as I flew back East. I easily negotiated the lines, thanks to bringing only carry-on luggage. Flying is so much easier if you have no checked bags to worry about. As I sat at gate D3 reading Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell, a lady came to sit next to me. She was rather round, and as she approached I notice she struggled to walk a bit. Maneuvering to sit down, she stumpled; her many little bags flew all directions; she landed on her hands and knees. The girl on her other side immediately asked if she needed help, and at first she demurred. But a moment later she put out a shaky hand (looking as if to fall flat on her face) and asked for help. We pulled her back into her seat and gathered her bags around her feet.
As I returned to my reading, I was startled by the pressure of a hand on my shoulder: Mom stood there. Her flight left from gate D4, so we sat together and talked while our time overlapped. I boarded and was amazed at the emptiness of the flight when we took off. Generally they pack these planes to the gills, but this one sported many rows with an empty middle seat, and even a few rows with only one passenger. One person had stretched out and fallen asleep across all three seats. My row was initially empty, but a fellow in front of me moved back to occupy my aisle seat (grr). The flight went slowly as I read 200 pages into my book.
I disembarked from the plane and found rain…and my ride. The trip back to Worcester took almost two hours, between the poor visibility and dropping off other passengers. When I got back to Worcester I was so tired that I unpacked, brushed my teeth, and went to sleep not long after. Of course, waking up in the morning is by far the worst part: 8 am felt like the crack of dawn. Today I have written off as a complete waste, tomorrow I hope to meet with several busy people, and Tuesday classes start once more. Off I go to the salt mines!