i woke up in the midst of a dream about making celery soup with a friend from Guelph. Every time I travel, I get sick- I'm trying to fight back a cold, but the sore throat persists. My head feels like a cotton ball.
There is a book and shirt missing from my luggage that went AWOL for two days. Shall I log yet more complaints to American Airlines, or just refuse to travel again until airports become usable again? Oh, and they can just stuff that "Orange Alert" crap they pump over the PA systems endlessly in the States. I bet if they could bottle panic, it would be the one liquid over 10 ounces you could bring through security.
The weather out here has been crap lately, but I think it's just turning nice again. After almost 2 weeks of travel and inactivity, my body is craving some major outdoor excess. The other day, I thought I'd have a light jog in the Endowment Lands by UBC, only to learn that Dallas is done with that. After all those years of her racing beside roller-blades or galloping behind a mountain bike, the retirement stroll has settled irreversibly in.
Every trip back to Ontario is a little off-putting. I miss my friends, I miss my family, and seeing them briefly is a pull on the heart-strings. In Toronto, the humidity hit me like a blow to the chest. I forgot about the bugs, and I forgot about the poor air quality. I firmly resolved to make the most of BC weather and the gorgeous cool air out here. It is all too easy to take it for granted, but when we go, I know I'll kick myself for not being out in it every day. The woods are really spectacular here- ferns, lichen and pine needles fill your senses with each step. I resolve to take more steps.
