The Melancholy Event
Bill writes: Sorry we haven't posted in a while--things have been kinda hectic. To make a long and very complicated story shorter and slightly less complicated, the vet Grommet had been using left and another took over Grommet's case. He had a different take on things. So on Monday the 13th he called us and basically gave us two options if we wanted him to sign Grommet's "Fit to Fly" certificate that would allow him to fly home with us:
1. Put Grommet in for treatment in London, which would mean 30 days quarrantine in a small cage in the cat hospital, plus another few weeks before he was settled down with us enough to fly back to the US. This would also require us extending our trip by six weeks and finding another flat to live in, me staying in London while Aline got back to work, etc.
2. Flying home that week.
So we picked option number 2 and flew home three days later.
Which is our way of saying we're back home in Sunnyvale. We're all safe and sound after a fairly uneventful trip (even if Customs in San Francisco said they didn't necessarily have to give our cat back to us because my airline ticket said "William Baeck" and my driver's license said "William Leo Baeck"--so we might not be the same person. I suppose it had something to do with HOMELAND SECURITY and smuggling in cats of mass destruction.
Well, anyways, just wanted to post this quick note. And don't worry, we still have some London experiences we need to post, so we'll continue updating the blog for a while. Plus, now we can add things like how confused we are by American culture since we've been gone. (Like why are $10 bills colored differently than when we left, why are tip jars sprouting up everywhere for Take Out food, and what's with the new nickel with only half of Jefferson's head on it? Couldn't he sit still to have his portrait done without dashing off midway through?)
In the meantime, some friends have asked what it felt like to leave London. It felt like this:
1. Put Grommet in for treatment in London, which would mean 30 days quarrantine in a small cage in the cat hospital, plus another few weeks before he was settled down with us enough to fly back to the US. This would also require us extending our trip by six weeks and finding another flat to live in, me staying in London while Aline got back to work, etc.
2. Flying home that week.
So we picked option number 2 and flew home three days later.
Which is our way of saying we're back home in Sunnyvale. We're all safe and sound after a fairly uneventful trip (even if Customs in San Francisco said they didn't necessarily have to give our cat back to us because my airline ticket said "William Baeck" and my driver's license said "William Leo Baeck"--so we might not be the same person. I suppose it had something to do with HOMELAND SECURITY and smuggling in cats of mass destruction.
Well, anyways, just wanted to post this quick note. And don't worry, we still have some London experiences we need to post, so we'll continue updating the blog for a while. Plus, now we can add things like how confused we are by American culture since we've been gone. (Like why are $10 bills colored differently than when we left, why are tip jars sprouting up everywhere for Take Out food, and what's with the new nickel with only half of Jefferson's head on it? Couldn't he sit still to have his portrait done without dashing off midway through?)
In the meantime, some friends have asked what it felt like to leave London. It felt like this:
posted by Bill | 6:03 AM
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