The South Terminal

I have been typing for close to three hours, such was the effect of not catching the much earlier connector from Vancouver to Victoria. My logic: what work is done today will allow more time to be wrapped up next to a warm body doing nothing either mentally or physically strenuous.

Mom, Ralph, Gran and Gramps saw Jess, Kona and I off at the Cranbrook airport. Their plan was to dive head first into the maddening crowds found at the local Walmart and SuperStore, both of which are relatively new to the small city and a thrill to everyone within 140km. They fed us toast, plunked a folded $20 bill in my pocket, squeezed each of us in turn and finally departed after our vociferous assurances that we would be okay left to board the plane without grown-up supervision. This took place at approximately 10am and here I sit 6 hours later, my laptop plugged into the only electrical outlet available to the public, with a Georgia Straight’ magazine rack as my desk…how very novel-truly.

I will spend 30 more minutes proof-reading today’s effort and then I will grant myself the privilege of reading a paperback novel for the duration of today’s travels.

My parent’s are in cranbrook, jessa’s at home, and I am counting down the seconds to being back on the island
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