When I told my daughter I was flying home on Friday the 13th she said “Oh my God mom, you’ll be the only one on the plane!” But guess what – the plane was fully booked. I guess there are a lot of fearless and not so superstitious souls out there. We made it from Winnipeg to Edmonton on time with a flight attendant who looked like Natalie Portman. Only prettier. If that’s even possible.
My son drove me to the airport when I left and my daughter picked me up this afternoon. What awesome kids I have. And then of course there’s W who made the trip to Winnipeg and back twice, not to mention putting up with me for two weeks in between. All awesome and much appreciated. I know, I know, I’m worth it, but still.
So now I’m back in siren city. It is hot, hot, hot. We are having the most incredible fall weather. I will miss the call of the loons and watching the deer wander across the back lawn. I won’t so much miss the geese honking their heads off in the middle of the night, or listening to the hourly trains as they whistle and rumble by on the other side of the river. I will miss the peace and quiet during the day, watching the eagles soar, and good times with great people.
It was a lovely relaxing holiday. Still, it’s good to be home.