When is it?

Here I sit in the Singapore airport.  I've been here for hours, maybe four of them but I have no idea what time it is so I'm not entirely sure. I'm typing this on my brand new tiny bluetooth keyboard for my brand new work gifted tablet. I've written in my travel journal a little but thought I would post something here for no one to read.

I missed my flight out of here. Some of this long day plus of travel has been super easy, some not so much. My ride to the airport was late and then I wasn't able to check in for any of my flights except for the one to Seattle, where I had to pick up my checked bag, recheck it and go through security again. I was in the TSA Pre line so it was super easy, kept my shoes on and my liquids in my bag. The one problem here was they couldn't check me in or give me boarding passes for my last two flights (yeah, I was supposed to take five flights to get to Nepal). This would prove important later.

My flight from Seattle to Tokyo was lovely. I was on a new 787 Dreamliner and boy was that thing nice. All the seats, even my coach one, were extra roomy and comfortable, the entertainment system worked and the screens were bigger than the normal screens. There was an odd gap in the center of the row that made it so I never had to leave my aisle seat to let the middle seat out. It was like heaven, only a little later than it was supposed to be so instead of being able to get my other boarding passes I had to walk briskly to my gate so I didn't miss my next flight, which was to Singapore. I tried at the gate but she couldn't help me.

That flight ended up leaving about an hour late, with us sitting on the plane that whole time. We arrived in Singapore about 45 minutes before my next flight. One of the flight attendants had moved my seat to one closer to the door so I could hopefully make it in time. I did not.

I ran as fast as I could to my gate but I didn't have a boarding pass and there were no gate agents at the Air China desk so....yeah. They said they cold maybe get me on the flight but they could make no promises that my luggage would get to Nepal. It would maybe go out the next day, a prospect that I did not look forward to. Everything in there is supposed to last me a month, plus all my warm clothes for the trek are in there. So, I missed it.

It was 2am. The United desk opens at 4, but thankfully they got there at 3:30. I chatted with a woman who teaches at an American School in Indonesia while I waited and was lucky to get on a direct flight leaving for Kathmandu at 11. So, here I am. Waiting for my flight, eating rosemary almonds and fancy chocolate, listening to Queens Of The Stone Age and starting Let The Great World Spin (I just finished Wild).

The adventure begins, just somewhat delayed.

Months later

Lola died on April 18 at about 12pm. It turned out that her cancer wasn't lymphoma but histiocytic sarcoma. She was doing pretty well until the 16th and then took a sudden and horrible turn for the worse. By the morning of the 18th it was obvious that the cancer had taken over. She had no control of her bladder and would just lay or walk and pee. She stopped eating, except for a chicken breast that Linley dragged to her from the kitchen. I was so shocked that she ate it. Dr. Andres, her oncologist, came over to do it. I was so glad that she did because I don't know how I would have gotten her to the hospital.

It was odd trying to say goodbye to her in front of someone else. She was laying in the living room and I put her head on my lap. I pet her head and belly as the drugs were injected. It was quick and peaceful, like she was sleeping. I couldn't even tell that she was gone. Carrying her out of apartment was ridiculous. Dr. Andres put her on a sheet and we carried her down the stairs but she kept folding in half almost, her head falling toward me because I was going down first. Dr. Andres felt badly about it but I told her it was fine. I wonder what my neighbors thought as we tried to get her in the backseat of the car.