I’ve been so caught up in the misery of Katrina
(WHY are those people still in the Convention Center? WHY? WHY? WHY did it take our President FIVE DAYS to get down there?)
that I forgot to post about being home.
I’m On Island today, in Victoria. I got here on Wednesday night, two hours ahead of schedule. I waltzed into the all-too-familiar Alaska Airlines gate area at LAX, and saw a flight to Vancouver leaving. It was the 2PM flight, delayed to a 3PM departure, and rather than wait for my 4:12 plane, I asked nicely to jump onto it. My pass was changed, I took the last seat, and arrived in Vancouver two hours early.
Then I had another stroke of luck in getting to the ferry terminal. I was hanging around, waiting for a taxi, when a limo driver asked me where I was going. I smiled, said, “Tsawassen” and expected it to be more than I could afford. But it turned out another woman was going out there as well, and was willing to split the limo cost. And to add coincidence into my day, her name was Gillian, she grew up within a half mile of me, had a Leo birthday, had gone to all the same local schools, AND graduated Oak Bay High at sixteen as well. “The ferries are full of coincidence,” I remarked, and let it at that.
So I’ve been here since, watching CNN, wandering Oak Bay and hanging out with my parents. And now my mom and I are going to the movies. Which means I have to stop watching Family Guy with my father & go. Night all!