As all our fingers and toes and eyes and innards slowly uncross, and uncurl and relax.
I made it. The passport made it, passed through the car window of our laughing good Friend. The check in lady gave me a priority ticket for no apparent reason. The screaming baby in the flight bothered me not at all.
My sons could not greet me (I arrived in at 9.30) because of the rehearsal dinner (oops forgot about that) but on the way to the car rental in Calgary I happened upon a shuttle that was leaving at 10.30 and the lovely man brought me right to the door of my Motel. All along this life I encounter such kind people. But it was nighttime for the long drive. So I have yet to see where I am. Rainy darkness had wrapped up all the surprises.
We talked ’til two as you do. Then bed in our warm, teensy room.
I am here. In Alberta. It is chilly and overcast and will be a cold rainy day. Of course it will be, it is an outside wedding. But dense cloud is excellent light for portraits and I have my boots. But none of this matters, as I am here. In good time for the wedding. In Alberta, Canada. Oh Canada. I made it.
Thank you lofty guardian angels of the Fellowship of the Farmy.
Oh me of little faith.
Good morning. Now it is 8 am. I am late. I will call home soon and see how everything is going. Then make a cup of coffee, collect another banana from the table and settle back into bed to read some more! Later Camera House and I are going out to wander about aimlessly and explore.
Such slovenly behaviour.
Have a lovely, lovely day.