Thursday, June 13, 2024

June 13, 2024: “Touch down in T.O.”

I’ve been MIA lately, what with starting a new job and packing, packing, and more packing. My gosh, so much packing. I’m only away for 3 weeks and I have planned to do laundry every 7-8 days but the weather is so different across this continent that I’m finding I’m needing to pack for every scenario: rain, sleet, snow, sun, wind, and ummm, tornados?! Alright, I’m exaggerating about the snow… but not the tornado! As I was sitting in the x-ray registration department this morning, awaiting my bone scan, I watched the news and it happily told me about the cold front meeting with the warm front combining to form this lovely thunderstorm/tornado-promising weather system over Toronto and Montreal. Me, heading from Gander, had no other option but to brave the storm and keep my fingers crossed. 

And hey, I made it! 

Will I make it the final leg? That’s the question!

I’ll have to add photos once I’ve got a full battery and a more functional brain. I took them on my phone and transferred them to my iPad but they’re not showing up. 

I had an enjoyable flight in the last row of business class (row 3 of 3) with no one sitting beside me - bliss! Don’t know what I did to please the airplane gods, but hopefully my luck holds out! 



Currently sitting at the bar in the Air Canada Cafe lounge with a glass of rose, having finished the closest thing I could grab resembling chocolate (overnight oats with chocolate chips that I thought would be gross was actually scrumptious). I feel like a member of the elite or something. Really all it took was paying more than the average bear for a ticket. But oh, so worth it. I just can’t even express. My shoulder has been bothering me again lately and it was so nice to have enough space and a few champagnes and a full meal (chicken parm with pesto pasta and spring greens with balsamic vinaigrette dressing, whole grain roll, and carrot cake) to assuage the pain-beast. My seriously heavy luggage did NOT help matters. I mean, I know I always pack a lot but this is insane. How is that only enough for 8 days? I didn’t even do the usual “everything but the kitchen sink” this time. I even took something out at the last minute. Well, then added 3 bathing suits I had to buy at the last minute because the ones I bought last year absolutely disappeared into the void (there I go assuming object permanence again!). Thank goodness I found 3 (or 4??) for $8 at the Gander Thrift Store cuz I hate paying full price for something when i know i already own it - somewhere!

I found out that the number of mimosas to make me quite blissful is 3. That this entry may be anything close to coherent is either a miracle or an accident. I didn’t exactly mean to have 3, but I was distracted finishing book 4 of 4 in our book club series and I just agreed to whatever the flight attendant said. And to be fair, they were quite good. I don’t usually like ice, but this combo was perfection. 

Now my book is finished, along with Marie Kondo’s and that reminds me I need to go download another before the next flight. Because I feel like however much I want to watch the next part of the Bridgerton season 3, it’s a little inappropriate for a public setting! (And who wants to pay a fortune for the internet on the plane??)

I promise I will add photos when I can get it to work! Next stop, Calgary (hopefully!).

(I am now determined to wear every single item of clothing I packed just to spite myself and any nay-sayers out there - I did pack appropriately, darn it! LOL)



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