Sleep Of The Innocent

Just a typical start of a typical day of preflight preparation. 


I woke too early and although I could have gone back to bed, it just wasn't in the cards. Breakfast and a tea, while I worked out the logistics of the morning. Buster needs his last walk before I abandon him to the tender mercies of Arwen and the boys. I needed to drop my grandson off at his preschool and pick him up 1 1/2 hours later. There are last minute dishes and tidying that needs doing. Boy, that is eating up my last few hours. It sounds like I an inmate on death row with just three hours to live. I shouldn't have killed off that large bowl of chocolate pudding. Yeah, that's me, public enema number one.


Louise got home and of course I was behind schedule. Most everything is done, all electronics are charged and parked in their respective pockets. My buddy Ken picks us up and drops us at the YYC in plenty of time. Thanks Ken, I am just going to spend the money you gave me for lotto tickets. Heh, heh, heh... 


We had a bite to eat at Kelsey's and it was over priced and under tasty. It is a shame that there isn't a place that you can complain that would actually listen to you. Perhaps when I become supreme ruler of the universe. I could just smear lambs blood outside of their door. Nah, too biblical! We went through security, and for some reason I got so flustered I forgot that I was supposed to strip all metal from my person. Oh well, no strip-search this time. I went to the bathroom and there was a sign at the entrance that said "WET FLOOR". Hey, they are preaching to the choir. This is my kind of place.


We had a stop over in Winnipeg, for about 30 minutes, but by the time we walked from our plane to the gate with the plane for Toronto, we only had about 30minutes to wait. There was something odd about the Winnipeg airport that I couldn't put my finger on right away. Finally, it came to me. Yon know those playhouses that the different companies build and put in the malls to benefit this charity or that charity at Christmas time? They are perfect miniature versions of a real cabin, castle or house of straw. The Winnipeg airport is like a real airport, but small. Very cool! It always would look to be  crowded though and really what would you do with it if you won?


We were shoehorned onto the plane to Toronto and the trip was rather uneventful. Even I couldn’t find anything to complain about, and I tried! It is a long walk once you leave the plane in Toronto to just about everywhere. Long walk to the baggage area; long walk to the car rental place. Good thing we had been sitting for so long. The car rental experience was the easiest it has ever been. Either they are really good at their job, of I am getting to be a seasoned traveler. I think you know which one it is. We arrived at Maegan’s and I am now about to sleep the sleep of the innocent.