I neglect to adjust my clock back to Eastern time zone. Luckily, Louise wakes me up and serves me breakfast. I am happily her food taster once again. Her Russian egg salad sandwich with the fresh dill and sauteed mushrooms tickles the palate. I hurry to the airport with little time to spare. I miss the 30 minute bag dropoff deadline by a minute, but this being Thunder Bay, the bag still manages to get into the plane.
I fly over an ornithologist’s paradise, Sibley Peninsula and Sleeping Giant Provincial Park. The giant’s form is not apparent from this angle. I spy Silver Islet. This sliver of land was once the richest silver mine in North America.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Silver_Islet,_Ontario
I search for art and creativity at Pearson Airport. Contact has some large scale photographs by award winning architectural artist, Josef Shulz, lining the walkways, providing colour and diversion from the building’s sterile lines.
We hurry up and wait: we board then sit inside the cabin for a brake repair job. I’d rather that the brakes are working than to find out midair that they are not.
Dad comes to pick me up at the airport, an achievement unthinkable 4 months ago.
Mom even treats me to an increasingly rare home cooked meal. I polish off all the sauteed long beans with relish.
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