Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Something about Syracuse

The long and winding road has brought me to Syracuse, NY. My room is finally warm enough to take my scarf off. I feel like the town is underneath a big sifter. I'm hearing stories of 10 inches of snow, but hopefully I'll be headed back to Atlanta before it gets too bad. I don't like winter. This morning on the flight back from Flint, MI I wore all three pairs of socks in my suitcase so my feet would stop aching from cold.

I'm having surgery Thursday morning. I'm really looking forward to it. I'm tired of my feet hurting all the time. I'm also tired of being on the go all the time. During the first three days there's a ridiculous icing regimen that will keep my foot from swelling, and since I'll be on patron and perc and can't think - or just percocet - I'll be staying at my parents' so my Mama can take care of me.

This time a week ago I was touring the Atlantis at the top of the Palm in Dubai. Previously we had toured the Berj Al Arab - the 7 star, sail-shaped hotel, gone on a dune buggy desert safari, seen many expensive malls, visited the gold souks, haggled over pashminas, and eaten far too much.

I got up at 4:30 this morning and am now in a daze trying to stay awake until a reasonable time. I'm thinking 7 sounds good. Tomorrow is a 4am wake up, then no more suitcases, wake up calls, cold airplanes, grumpy passengers, reduced rest, and navy polyester for quite a while. I'm loving it.

To start my 29th year off Jonathan took me to Chima, a Brazilian steakhouse. I'd never been to one before and it was even better than I had expected. Not only did they bring you every kind of beef, there was also salmon, yellowtail, chicken, and pork. There might have been more but I was full and had to make them stop bringing food. The eating and celebrating continued with the family the next day. The dark chocolate cake wasn't square or round. It was different and outside of the box - what we're hoping for the coming year.

Currently reading: One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich By Alexander Solzhenitsyn

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