I have returned, having been delayed at Sea-Tac Airport for 24 hours after missing a connection from Anchorage by a few minutes. I am slowly concluding that I don't like traveling itself anywhere near as much as thinking about traveling, both the planning and remembering. Admittedly, there would be nothing to remember and little point in planning if there were no actual traveling involved. But I don't like the mechanics of transportation, and other people's homes and habits leave me unable to relax. I did get to see Iditarod Week in Nome, which was interesting. Sort of. There is a scandal, which has fans divided. I don't know if I can do it justice.
I learned more about JoJo Siwa and Lip Sync Battle Shorties than I would have sought on my own. Her job is to be unfailingly and loudly upbeat and encouraging to younger performers. She does it well, but...
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My wife loves travel; I don't. Guess who does more of it.
Things could get worse. I haven't been there in years, but it sounds like traffic is worse than ever. Maybe with a police escort...
http://www.frontpageafricaonline.com/index.php/news/7294-big-shot-nation-tom-dick-harry-bulldoze-way-through-traffic-with-police-escort-in-liberia
I have no problem with being in a different place, but I increasingly dislike the trip to get there. I last took a plane trip 2 years ago, which was 7 years after my previous plane trip. Six hours on a plane is preferable to two days on a bus, but only because the time spent being uncomfortable is shorter.
I am getting more and more like my uncle, who for the 10 years before his retirement, lived a quarter mile from his work place. His travel after he retired wasn't much different,except that in the rural area he lived in, you often had to travel 40 miles to get anywhere. Long trips? Fuggeddaboutit. Well, once or twice.
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