WestJet, you’ve done it again. Whisked me from one side of the country to the other and back again, thousands of feet in the air.
Wish I could tell you it was magical.
Weekend Trifecta Prompt: Apostrophe – “A figure of speech in which some absent or nonexistent person or
thing is addressed as if present and capable of understanding.” Give us your best 33-word example of an apostrophe.
Your intuition will be sharper than normal today. You could actually have one of those strange psychic experiences people sometimes report, where they “just know” something good will happen to a loved one or relative, and it later turns out to be true.
Huh. I thought the tarot cards might have come up with something a little more profound today for sleep deprived me. I’ve had intuitive bursts of insight before, but after the fact when I’m telling people I had a feeling about whatever has just happened, I’m sure they’re sceptical. Either way, life unfolds as it should, whether we’re ready for it or not.
It’s never happened to me before, (although W tells me it happens to him all the time) but this trip every West Jet flight was delayed. We were late getting to Calgary, late arriving in London, and then our return 1:30 London to Winnipeg flight was cancelled and we had to wait until eight o’clock to leave for home, taking a different route. This plane was also delayed by about twenty minutes. Another stop in Calgary (but no plane change) and finally we landed in Edmonton close to midnight local time. Wait for luggage, catch shuttle bus to parking lot, drive home, fall into bed around 3 a.m. Ontario time. It was only 1 a.m. here, so we should have been able to trick our heads into thinking it wasn’t that bad. I was too tired to think at all.
The physical tired is easy enough to deal with. It’s the emotional exhaustion that will be a little harder to shake. But all things considered it was a good trip. Good-byes are hard. Leaving is never easy.