Park and breathe
I’m probably too old for a steady routine. Today was anything but. I’m away from home; over to the other side to meet with another eye doctor. Getting there requires a concerted effort.
We were up early, to get the car packed. Not sure what sounded the alarm, as I don’t have an alarm. For the freezer, I mean. My old, faithful and occasionally repair box freezer has failed. Nothing simple, so we bit the proverbial bullet. Did a quick triage, transferred anything still frozen to the upstairs freezer and sent everything else to the compost bin. Better than getting back in a few days and discovering things by the odour. Now, with some good cold weather, that marauding raccoon might miss a feast… I hope.
In an added insult, the blue bag guy rejected one of our bags due to mis-sorted tissue box. Opened the garage door to put the bag into a month long quarantine, got back in the car and drove away. A kilometer down the road, we decided that our sleeping bags could provide insurance in case “the inn was full for Xmas”. Quick U-turn. Hey, that’s (in)convenient; the garage door is open.
And off we go, for hours and hours of driving in the fog and rain/snow. In the Cobequid pass, we learned that the toll is ONLY payable in cash, which led to a furious search through pockets and drink holders to gather up $4.00 before the gate would lift. Note, the gatekeeper counted the change. I guess the firm is saving on a debit system to get a robot. Nothing else makes sense.
We’re now sequestered in the hotel, following what seems like an endless saga of GPS instructions to get us downtown from the airport. We should have flown, but for the dog. Supper was available, just across the way on Pizza Corner where donairs are very popular.
