Flew back home!

Well, amidst a bit of a a dark cloud, Gee and I got on the plane headed Eastward to our snowed in relatives. Arrived to -35 degree weather, this is not including the wind chill.

After grabbing our luggage as it was launched onto the belt with a rather heavy hand, we quickly made our way to board the shuttle that would drive us the remaining 45 minutes of our journey to mom's house.

The guy at ground transportation looked up as we approached, I asked him when the next shuttle to Simcoe would be, bored and aloof he asked my name, shuffled his papers and began giving me the times of departure for the last shuttle to leave.

Not helpful.

Turns out this was his subtle (and annoying) way of letting us know we were late and had missed the shuttle that had been pre-booked for us.

I met his accusatory glare, and waited.

He finally answered my question, in military lingo, naturally. I asked him what o'clock that was in civilian time, he responded, "19:30, hours." Hmmm.
I began counting on my fingers and figured out it was 7:30, with Gee's confirmation, of course. Called mom and let her know our plane departed late, arrived late and now we'd be getting a later shuttle, not to worry, we're herre!

Gee and I settled in, and waited the subscribed 30 minutes, 35 minutes, 40 minutes and approached the seargant once more. He assured me the driver was at terminal two and would be here any minute.

We continued to wait, a couple of minutes, 10 minutes, 15 minutes, 30 more minutes, oh my gawd!

My first inhalation 'pon exiting the airport was a trip!
The H2O began the inward journey from nostril, instantly freezing my tiny hairs into a frosty forrest, it continued by blasting the back of my throat with hoary icicles,and onwards, down my windpipe the sensation of which caused a clutching of my lapels and internal imagery of glass tubular shapes shattering before minds eye. WhooHee, I began to miss my home.

We finally climbed into the Simcoe shuttle, only to hear the woman up front complain about taking on yet another set of passenger's, "Oh well", she says, "first on last off, as usual."
Uchththth, puhleeze!

Finally we pulled up in front of mom's home, all decked out with a new veranda and teinkly lights. Next we were bowled over by mom's attack puppy, not much more than a ball of honey coloured fur. We immediately took her for a walk, and fell in love.


Finally,
Home.