Friday, November 8, 2013

On The Land, On The Sea, In The Air

We made it from Málaga to Dublin to New York and have been with the Dowager Duchess (who has dark purple nails this week — no photo yet) since Wednesday evening. It wasn't the greatest of travel days. Security followed by passport control followed by security followed by passport control followed by security followed by customs followed by passport control. Shoes off. Belts off. Pants falling down. Computers out. Again and again. Every time we fly, we say it's not what it used to be.

We flew Aer Lingus, which we do find very pleasant. According to our itinerary, we were scheduled to leave Dublin at 3:15 p.m. and arrive New York around 6:30 p.m. When we boarded, the flight display at our seats indicated that we'd be leaving at 3:15 p.m. Dublin time and arriving 10:15 a.m. New York time, which by my reasoning meant we had already been in New York more than 5 hours. What a relief. When we pointed this out to the flight attendant, she was thrilled to know she'd have an extra day for fun in New York. But she then suggested it could also mean we'd be arriving 10:15 the next morning. Burst my bubble! The screen corrected just before we took off. We weren't set to arrive Thursday morning, but to my disappointment we weren't already there either. A little under 7 hours to go. Oh well. I had the wonderful, charming, and always entertaining company of San Geraldo.

WHAT A SURPRISE TO GET ON THE PLANE IN DUBLIN AND DISCOVER
WE HAD ARRIVED IN NEW YORK HOURS AGO.

We had a good meal onboard. The dieting San Geraldo (41 pounds/18.5 kilos!!!) had ordered in advance so he could be guaranteed a suitable meal. He passed to me whatever wasn't on his diet, which meant I didn't go hungry. In addition to my own meal (which included roll and butter, cheese and crackers, and ginger cookies), I had his roll and butter, his cheese and crackers, a little bottle of red wine, and chocolate/caramel mousse. After dinner, San Geraldo asked if he could stack my tray on top of his larger, more elegant tray and keep them both in front of me momentarily. Many "momentarilies" later, while I sat trapped under the stack and unable to raise my video screen, reach into the seat pocket in front of me, or do anything more than snap pictures from one position, I looked over to see that San Geraldo had one leg crossed over the other, and was comfortably (well, it's relative) reading his Kindle. I might not have noticed so soon, but he had bumped me with his elbow as he adjusted in his seat and thoughtfully asked if he was crowding me!

"AM I CROWDING YOU?"
THE SHAMROCK... UP ABOVE THE CLOUDS.

The Kid Brother arrived Thursday morning at 8:15 a.m. and suggested it would be a good day for the "racetrack," which in Kid Brother parlance means the casino next to Aqueduct Racetrack. He and San Geraldo are cut from the same cloth. The Dowager Duchess and I agreed, selflessly, to go along. We all won. Quite a lot. However, The Kid Brother and San Geraldo will I'm sure want to go again. Will we all be lucky twice?

Sunset Thursday Night Over Coney Island

(RIGHT) THE CYCLONE ROLLER COASTER, THE WONDER WHEEL,
NEWLY LIT PARACHUTE JUMP BEHIND THE CENTER BUILDING.
(CLICK ANY PHOTO TO "ENLAHGE.")
ONE DAY, THE MEDITERRANEAN SEA... ANOTHER, THE ATLANTIC OCEAN.


GI Joe, Duchess Style
This morning in one of the guest rooms, I noticed The Kid Brother's old GI Joe action figure (i.e., doll) from the '60s sitting where it has sat for years. The Kid Brother hadn't been very easy on GI Joe in his mock battles. His army uniform has been gone for years. (I think he had covered it with red ink to make it look like blood.) The Dowager Duchess, being The Dowager Duchess, couldn't stand the thought of GI Joe sitting around naked. And, rather than purchasing a new uniform, she found instructions in McCall's magazine for a knitted "outfit." He could possibly be the only original GI Joe with his very own hand-knit, turtle-neck onesie! Typical of the Dowager Duchess: When I showed her the photo and told her I was going to have some fun at her expense, she said, "Has he always had that necklace?" (It's dogtags...)

FIGHTING MAN FROM HEAD TO TOE?
(ATOP ONE OF THE DUCHESS'S HAND-CHROCHETED DOILIES.)




P.S.: We're sitting at Starbucks. A woman a table away has been Skyping in Russian with someone. She's talking so loudly and shrilly that everyone around has been staring and muttering. Another customer just walked over and told her nicely in Russian that she needed to speak more softly. She immediately did so. I just waved and thanked him. "Gracias," I said.

23 comments:

  1. Hilarious as usual. I never read a blog without smiling or laughing out loud!!!

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    1. Princess Slushie:
      Glad to entertain. We sure do miss you. And Starbuck's doesn't hold a candle to Cafe Manila!

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  2. GI Joe is nicely kitted out for when the US invades Canada.

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    1. Andrew:
      Imagine an entire army uniformed like that!

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  3. Glad you arrived safely and that you won a bundle!! lol
    GI Joe never looked so good! It was your little brother's you say?
    Have a great stay in NYC.

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    1. Jim:
      Like you... I was way too old for GI Joe (the toy).

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  4. Ahhhhh! I'm so glad that I have your blog to give me a great chuckle :) Enjoy your visit to NY, and please give your mother my sincere compliments on her GIJoe knitting!

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    1. Judeet:
      I'll tell her... She's so proud of that outfit. She made lots of clothes for my sister's Barbie doll but the knit onesie beats all.

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  5. I love the modestly clad GI Joe sitting on a doilie. It sounds like the four of you are having a good time! Keep it up!

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    1. Ms. Sparrow:
      It's a pleasure to be here. Just wish it were warmer... but then I'll get no sympathy from you on that score.

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    1. Cheapchick:
      I can't believe it never registered with me. I guess I was too used to the Dowager Duchess.

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  7. I laughed out loud at GI Joe in his woolly onesie. Your mother is a multi-talented woman!

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    1. Judith:
      When I spotted it yesterday, I said to San Geraldo, "I'll bet this is the only GI Joe wearing a sweater set." Then I picked him up (GI Joe, not San Geraldo) and cracked up when I saw it was a onesie. It's been that way since the '60s and I just now noticed it.

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  8. Pleased - and also relieved - to read that you arrived safely.

    Perhaps you can try a few dabs of tomato sauce on that onesie?

    Will Skype vie with mobile-phones as an intrusive nuisance to others? Yup, I fear that the signs are there.

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    1. Raybeard:
      Tomato sauce on the onesie? Then the Dowager Duchess would have to knit something new! I think the woman was Skyping with someone in Russia. It's a long way. YOU HAVE TO SPEAK REALLY LOUDLY.

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  9. Can't believe we are both on the East Coast closest we have ever been to each other! I can't stop laughing at the GI Joe. xox

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    1. Nubian:
      Sure wish we had time for a trip up the coast! Regarding GI Joe, no matter what anyone says, I swear it was NOT mine.

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  10. Skype seems to make everyone yell, someone in our house yells too ~~ I wonder who that might be! G.I. Joe is looking very dapper and itchy, hope he has underwear...LOL!

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    1. PS: Really like your header and the new colour tone!

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    2. Ron:
      I used to crack up listening to Jerry and his family on the phone. Massachusetts was a very long distance and you really had to yell. GI Joe is not itchy from the onesie. The Duchess is very particular about the yarns she uses if they're going to be touching the skin. He might be itching from something he "caught" somewhere. As for underwear: What are you thinking? GI Joe always goes commando!

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  11. Such a great need. I really needed a laugh today and you've provided it. Thanks so much, and I'm glad you reached your destination safely.

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    1. Stephen:
      So glad to give you a laugh when you needed one. Thanks go, as they often do, to San Geraldo and the Dowager Duchess.

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