My kids used to love that line from some Richard Scarry book. About a worm, I believe. I have some great pictures from Chicago but my camera turned on in my purse on the way home and the batteries are dead and the extra batteries are in my suitcase which American Airlines can't find. I roll into T-Town yesterday about 5 p.m. and alas mine is the only bag lost. Between Chicago and Toledo on a teeny tiny plane. Many calls today have not established the bag's whereabouts.
Also missing in the luggage: makeup, phone charger, clothes and worse, some credit card bills I was going to pay while gone, but didn't. IDENTITY THEFT FEAR!!!! And those three new CDs Sherry made for me.
So last night instead of driving to Flint and staying overnight in a hotel, I drove home from the airport. Finished reading Jim Harrison's new book Returning to Earth. It was great. He's the guy who wrote Legends of the Fall, made into a major motion picture starring Brad Pitt.
Today I drove to Flint and back for some other training. Two hours door to door. Told me it couldn't be done.
Also the social work guy at my mom's nursing home called today to say Mom gets to go home Saturday. Only I have a radio show Saturday so I have a call into the guy to see if she can wait until Sunday. When it will be beautiful outside.
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