Well, last week I did it. I got on a plane for the first time in 24 months. We flew to Calgary (the epi-centre of Canada’s vocal anti-vaxxers). Pearson airport was excellent, not crowded, well maintained, very safety conscious. The flight wasn’t full so we were 2 in a row of 3. But we were twitchy, I guess partly being close to people again and after all that time away from travel – it wasn’t a comfortable ride and I think that was mostly our nerves. I suppose it was good practice for flying to Edinburgh. Calgary was great – everyone masked and distancing. Beautiful city.
This was all happening 3 weeks before D-Day, and I thought I couldn’t afford the time away from home, but stepping away from all the moving mayhem and spending 10 days with dear friends was exactly what I needed. Drinking my own weight in wine & gin every 48 hours was maybe something I didn’t need, but hey, whatevs.
I also didn’t need the Emergency Alert that set off all our phones the night before we were leaving – Alberta is going back into lockdown. Clearly time to get out of Dodge.
Scout stayed with her brother & cousin here in Milton. She loves being there, but every now and then can feel a tad out of her element. Below is what Sibling #2 looked up and saw one afternoon. Not disconcerting, no, not disconcerting at all. I wonder how long she had been sitting there, just staring?
