Portland flight

Flying direct to the west coast. LONG flight. Better without connections. Still, it seems like FOREVER when your neighbor wants to chat you up. I even displayed the international symbols for leave-me-alone by having my eyes shut and earbuds in. Still this 73 year old lady, who looked like a skinny man at first, had to chat me up. That's how I know more about her and her personal life than I do about some members of my family. There have been three marriages and divorces, iron worker, Marine, and Navy men. She was heading back to Anchorage and kept mentioning her "male friend" which later turned into the obvious romantic connection and her confession to her daughter she just might have a fourth marriage. Wonder if he knows that. But it was entertaining. She's traveled a great deal and she does this mostly on her own. She did seem to have several stories where she was nervous about getting places late. She also enjoyed describing a Parisian cleaning woman's shoes - very long and pointy slip-ons with no back or heel. While it was entertaining and rather impressive how much she talked, and shared, I got distracted and didn't notice my favorite water bottle (I tap NY) and lip stick (Bobbie Brown) had fallen out of my bag during the flight. Sad :(