**Edited to Add: My luggage arrived later this afternoon. All was well except for my bottle of perfume that cracked and had to be thrown away. Oh, and my first ever home made pom-pom that I tied onto my black suitcase to distinguish it from all of the other black suitcases? Gone.**
The trip itself was a weird combinations of highs and lows. It was really nice to see my uncle. We had several good laughs and I was relieved to see that he seems to be doing okay. The game? Blech. The whole thing made me sick to my stomach. I didn't have high hopes but still. Moving on ... the 4S, as before, LOVELY.
I (accidentally) left my favorite tee shirt on the bed and it was scooped up with the linens by the housekeeper. [I know better than this having lost my blankie when I was five years old at a hotel under the EXACT same circumstances and being traumatized so severely that to this day I *almost* always make sure the bed is empty before I leave my room for the day.] Anywho, we stumbled back to the hotel at about 1:00 a.m. after the game, soaked from the constant rain and sad from the loss. I
I was actually teary eyed over the loss of my shirt. [Boo was a little disturbed by my despair, "Babe. It's just a tee shirt." "No it's not! That is the shirt from the off-site meeting in Florida that you missed, for me. Remember? You gave me that shirt when I was in the hospital for my gall bladder surgery. *sniffle* You could have gone to Disney World but instead you stayed with me AND you gave me your free tee shirt. Besides, it is the perfect length and size and I just broke it in and I LOVE THAT SHIRT! *sniffle*" What can I say, I am pathetic.] But guess what? It was found! The snotty woman called back and said it was found with the linens (HA! I TOLD YOU SO!) Because it was with "soiled" linens they needed to launder it and promised to have it waiting for us four hours later when we were checking out. It was waiting for me as promised and it was returned to me laundered and folded and in a hermetically sealed bag when we checked out at the unholy hour of 6:30 a.m.
I wanted to smell it and see if the stains had been magically removed by the power of the 4S but thought it would freak out the hotel folk (I got weird looks when I simply clutched it to my chest like a lost child) so I just tucked it into my bag. This may have been a terrible misjudgment on my part because it is in my suitcase and thus now missing (again)!
In happier news, for the first time ever, I knitted on the plane. Screw 'snakes on a plane' we've got "Knits on a plane!" I was concerned that security would stop me and my knitting stuff but it turned out a-ok. I brought my simple knit shawl on its circular bamboo needles and it went through without a hitch. Being the anal-retentive freak that I am, I printed out the TSA's policy on carry-on knitting needles as precaution. I never needed it though. I did get a few glances from fellow fliers but only one person commented. This nice man who was seated in my row at the window (I was in the aisle seat) said my shawl was "very pretty" and that he was envious because he couldn't bring his "hobby" on the plane. Turns out he likes to build miniature wooden sailing ships. I am thinking that the TSA's policy concerning carry-on wood working tools is something along the lines of no-fucking-way. That razor sharp blade being problematic and all. I got a lot of my shawl knitting done and have almost finished the first skein. The sample I saw used only one skein but since I am big I want my shawl big so I am thinking I will use at least half of another skein. We'll see.