my parents were supposed to leave on trip this morning, which they did. i drove them. i had enough time to make the slog from jfk back here to joisey only to find that i had to about face back to jfk.
a spewing volcano in iceland closed the airspace over northern europe!
my parents waited 6 hours to reclaim their checked baggage. i waited for them, awaiting their call in the 'cell phone lot'. like it or not, i was trapped in a car, waiting for the waiters. somehow i feel that there's something about our [cultural, media] world that can only increase the potential of such purgatorial moments for its inhabitants---more interconnectedness=more fragility/volatility. larger, more complex structures=statistically more ways in which things can go 'wrong' [or other than intended]....butterfly wings flapping [though this time in the form of a volcano eruption]
in the end, my mother got her wish: she knew, from the nervous early morning, that something was going to go wrong...now there are some powerful reality-creation skills!
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