Time Travel

It’s  6:19am.  The flight attendant is telling us how to calmly attach oxygen masks to ourselves.  Maybe she should tell us how to do it if, at the time, we’re scared we might die.  That might be more realistic.  I also wonder why they don’t ever do surprise airplane drills like school fire drills?  Some people might pay more attention even if they comment that there may or may not be a plane drill any time during the flight.  Ev is talking up our attendant asking her, with a nod, if she’s ready.  Here we go…

Now 6:35am.  Still climbing.  We are blessed to see an incredible sunrise above the clouds.  Quite an amazing land up there.

It 8:14am.  Watching airplanes taxi in and out at the Toronto airport with Ev.  Lots of action.  Toronto is cloudy, humid, and tired.  We’ve got less than an hour before we board.  The kids did well last flight, and enjoyed watching some cartoons.  Near the end of the flight I realized the cartoons were in French.  After thinking about it, I guess you are born bilingual, if not multilingual or in Ev’s case all languages make the same sense…little.  Time to watch the luggage carts cruise around.

9:01am now.  We assumed are seats and are ready for our final flight to Halifax.  The kids are all set up (on either side of me), and at the moment Britt has a row to herself.  Looks like we can claim it!  Free neighboring airplane seats…the jackpot of non-gambling Ukrainians.

Okay, it’s 9:57am.  I’m typing with one hand.  Ev was getting a little grumpy so I tried putting him to sleep (more or less).  Unfortunately it worked and now I’ve lost movement from the waist down.  As a well designed instrument of torture, airplane designers have allowed the arm rests of the window seats to remain in a fixed position.  Unlike the courteous middle arms.  I’m sure this has produced not only horribly sore backs, but complaint letters, family fight, and perhaps even the odd hijacking as well.  But there’s no going back now, only a couple more hours.

1:45pm and we made it.  Barely squeezed our bags into our rental car.  If we plan on bringing home any cool trinkets we’d better set up a garage sale.  Now we just snagged a quick lunch at McD’s, went to the loo, and are getting ready for the last leg of our journey today.  Hello Nova Scotia!

4:10pm.  Ah.  Deep breath.  Just finished unloading the last of our bags.  Taking a moments respite here at the beautiful Fiddler’s Green Bed and Breakfast.  Jov is taken with her instant-friend, Aneliese.  Likewise, Ev is quite taken with Molly (who is of the canine persuasion), as well as the chickens, and the goats (who seem to really confuse him – “not a cow or a dog”).  And Britt and I are happy to be in this beautiful place with two good friends.

Jumping to 11:20pm.  At last it’s time to sleep.  Jovi willingly chose to sleep in the crib so Ev got the bed.  Sometimes I wonder if she’s really a genius and picked the crib because it’ll protect her in the mornings from being poked awake by Evrest.  Our suite is rustic and we love it.  Has some ice cream and tea with Dan and Missy.  Can’t wait to explore more of this little town tomorrow.  What a day.  It’s nice to finally warm up next to your best friend...