King of Sweden's Cup

I choked on a piece of oatmeal from the last bit of granola. But that was not enough to kill me. I picked up my tea tray and made my way up the stairs. I set it down on the tea table and was beset up on by a tickle that attacked while I was swallowing which made me inhale deeply to sneeze which again choked me. But that was not enough, to sneeze once and be done. This was a full on sneeze attack, many in a row and never being able to catch my breath because I am also coughing and choking.  I survived. But does this failure mean another attack is eminent? Do I fear the day? Or do I proceed forth under the illusion of victory and continue to conquer? Odd how that right at this moment Now We Are Free from Gladiator is playing on Pandora….. Love that movie! 

All of my tea cups are being washed right now so I am drinking from a very delicate white gold trimmed coffee mug which is NOT the same as tea from a tea cup. It has the Royal seal of the King of Sweden on it. Does Sweden have a King? No matter it is not a tea cup.

I finally got Shaggy from the airport. Apparently a part was bad and they waited for it to come from SFO which should have taken 2 hours max but took 6 to get to San Jose. Then they offloaded the entire baggage compartment to fix something else and after being allowed back on the plane they sat on the plane for another 2 hours. But by then there was a reduced staff at the airport and they were informed they might not get their luggage, oh and, you have missed your connecting flights. We will give you food vouchers and put you up in a motel for the night in Dallas.  So Shaggy spent the night in a Hotel that was roach infested without luggage. After she landed and went to fetch her luggage she discovered that it was not here and they promised delivery by 6 pm. It was 9 am at the time. So at about 4:15 yesterday a man knocked on the door and there was her suitcase. I listened to the rant on the drive home.  But mostly what she ranted about was other people who were ranting about a situation that was out of their control. Threatening the Airlines, screaming at staff who were trying to help, moaning to their fellow fliers, slinging angry words at some other person on the other side of their phones. This told me something about me. This told me what she was accustomed to seeing was taking things in stride and dealing with them whether you liked them or not, whether they were your plan or not, whether it was a bad thing or not. Her anger at her fellow travelers for their treatment and behavior of airport staff, as though anyone of them had with malice ruined their plans. Shaggy was upset but she was motivated by fear. She was traveling alone and nothing like this had ever happened on any of her flights. She was unsure of what was happening. But each time she spoke to an airline official about where to go or what to do she pre-emptied it with “I am sorry people are yelling at you. I am confused and have a question.” She would get a smile and an explanation she could grasp. She was so exhausted by the time I got her home she slept for 4 hours.  Other people, creating a sense of panic, and fear in my child with their anger driving her to stay apart from the group and therefor increasing her tension of the unknown, perhaps a little campfire singing of Kum-ba-yah should have been in order. I asked her if the airline had supplied her with a little ditty bag of necessities, no they had not. This still leaves my beloved British Airways as my favorite all time airlines. 

Maybe it is the fact that I am Lady Tamarawww.HighlandTitles.com  but I doubt it. British Airways treats all their guests with respect and dignity. When the airport in Paris kept my luggage British Airways gave me a very impressive ditty bag filled with anything I could imagine I might want or need including a night shirt and panties. I could have survived a week with what was in that bag.

What airline do you fly?