At the airport
Sep. 24th, 2008 01:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
plonqI'm sitting in the Vancouver airport, awaiting the boarding call for the last leg of my trip to Nanaimo for Dad's funeral. The flight in from Edmonton was nice - smooth and comfortable, but the leg from Winnipeg to Edmonton was brutal. Firstly I was crammed in the aisle seat in the last row of a tiny commuter jet. The only washroom was right beside me, so people kept jostling me every time they had to squeeze into or out of the WC.
The first half of the flight was surprisingly turbulent, and when it finally settled down enough for them to serve beverages, I learned that they weren't serving coffee. Oops. I had been counting on that coffee. Ah well, I had a long enough layover in Edmonton to pick up a coffee and omelette. The flight was also noisy and too hot/cold. Apparently the heater on the plane was on a binary switch, so it was either trying to melt me or cryogenically freeze on five minute intervals.
Dad’s funeral is tomorrow, and Friday we are going to take his ashes out and scatter them in the ocean. We don’t have much in the way of family politics, so it was a bit depressing to learn that some have already crept into the funeral. I won’t go into details about it yet, but it is something that rubs me the wrong way on some levels.
Ah, there is the pre-boarding call and my cue to wrap this up.
The first half of the flight was surprisingly turbulent, and when it finally settled down enough for them to serve beverages, I learned that they weren't serving coffee. Oops. I had been counting on that coffee. Ah well, I had a long enough layover in Edmonton to pick up a coffee and omelette. The flight was also noisy and too hot/cold. Apparently the heater on the plane was on a binary switch, so it was either trying to melt me or cryogenically freeze on five minute intervals.
Dad’s funeral is tomorrow, and Friday we are going to take his ashes out and scatter them in the ocean. We don’t have much in the way of family politics, so it was a bit depressing to learn that some have already crept into the funeral. I won’t go into details about it yet, but it is something that rubs me the wrong way on some levels.
Ah, there is the pre-boarding call and my cue to wrap this up.
