When my sister, Mary, and I booked this trip, by way of Vancouver the year before, I’d been gung-ho. The day for departure had arrived, but my heart wasn’t in it.
The afternoon before our flight, I booked a taxi online, then called by evening to check the booking with a human being. Everything was fine. We were set.
When I go away, I use Gravity Pet Feeders (one for each cat with kibble and one full of water for both). That taken care of, Mary and I watched a movie when Dickens waddled to the sofa and sank into the carpet at my feet. His breathing laborious, heavy, and shallow, terrified me. Was he knocking on heaven’s door? What timing for a vet visit so close to our flight. Dollars spun in my head. I picked him up. His eyes were dull and half-mast. What to do? We analyzed the circumstances and an Aha moment struck. Unbeknownst to me, he and Lady Gaga thought they’d arrived at Kibble Heaven and gorged on the mountain of food before it disappeared. Dickens stuffed himself to bursting and had to wait it out. Lady Gaga, ever a lady, pushed away from the tray sooner than he. Just. An hour later Dickens’ breathing better, we toddled off to bed, I wrestling he’d make it through the night; Mary off to sweet dreams. Dickens isn’t her cat.
I never sleep well before a trip. Worried about the scheduled taxi pickup in the dark hours of the morning—more like the middle of the night—I woke up at 2 a.m. sleep gone. My bedside alarm finally jolted me out of a doze two hours later. The travel alarm I’d specifically purchased as a backup had failed. Mary’s phone alarm rang first. Good save.
Forty-five minutes isn’t a lot of time to get ready and out the door but we managed. Dressed, beds made, breakfast choked down, dishes rinsed and deposited into the dishwasher.
As I scrambled, the phone rang with an automated message that our taxi was in transit. Five minutes later, another call: the cab waited in the driveway. Mary gobbled her cereal as did I. My bags were already upstairs by the front door; hers in the trunk of her car.
What is it with taxi drivers with his personal items in the trunk, leaving little room for passengers’ bags? I’ve seen it happen before. He didn’t know how to position them to close the trunk. Exasperated, I leaned in and made them fit. Our carry-ons came into the back seat with us. I had asked for the $35.00 flat rate to the local airport. Agreed. You have to ask for it. Mary and I each kicked in $20 for a five-dollar tip, considering the ride lasted 15 minutes and the storage shortage in the trunk.
An airport attendant, mere feet from the door we entered, approached right away and helped with printing the boarding passes and luggage tags. The agent told us to bring our luggage to the conveyor belt and goodbye bags. They weren’t even weighed. How does that happen? Wow! Mary over-packs coming and going and fussed about paying extra for an overweight bag.
What a difference between Hamilton Airport and Toronto’s Pearson, or are domestic flights less complicated? A previous domestic flight we’d taken from Toronto was nothing like this one. No hassles: no crowds, long lines, miles to walk, and no belt or shoe removal. The Waiting Area was one minute away from—what else?—a Tim Hortons. Mary needed a coffee; I held off a few minutes. Fumble fingers me almost tossed the hot liquid all over myself when I did. How I managed a quick save, I’ll never know.
“What was that?” Mary asked with a smirk. A few minutes later, she up-ended her coffee on the table where her brown overflow carry-all/purse rested wide open with now wet contents. After our boarding passes had printed, the lovely attendant mentioned boarding would be late about an hour. Our Direct flight to Vancouver needed to be refueled and prepared for return there. I wondered why our boarding pass and the electronic posting still say 6:25 a.m. Mary had checked if the plane would be on time the previous night as you’re supposed to. Confirmed. Flight time not changed. By 6:40, the overhead flight information flashed:
Flight 241 departure 6:25 a.m. Delayed. Estimated 7:25 a.m.
Thank you.
Our waiting area for Gate 3 had a scattered dozen souls. An announcement over the loudspeaker apologized for a minor delay: some valve(s) had to be replaced. Valve(s)? Didn’t sound minor to me. I believe in transparency, but this was scary news. Why were valves mentioned at all? And don’t say they are a minor fix. What’s minor about them? They all feel major to me since we’re to lift off into the sky.
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Next on February 9, 2018: Where’s the Easy Button?
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February 2, 2018 at 6:19 pm
Hey, Comments, YAY. I’m with you on the night before. Having to depend on others is totally outside my comfort zone. I’m forever repeating the “all’s well that ends well,” mantra.
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February 2, 2018 at 7:01 pm
Thanks so much, John. Yes, the night before is always a sticky wicket. I hate depending on others, too.
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February 2, 2018 at 6:21 pm
Dekighted to be taking another trip with you!
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February 2, 2018 at 7:02 pm
Thank you, Mary. Don’t know how often I’ll be around to comment but will try to post once a week for sure.
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February 2, 2018 at 6:41 pm
Always disheartening to have mishaps happen before leaving on a plane, especially if they involve the plane itself. 😳
Hope all is well, Tess.
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February 2, 2018 at 7:05 pm
Mishaps have a way of inserting themselves when you/I plan a trip. I need to feel confident the plane is shipshape. Sometimes I wonder at the kind of announcements by way of practicing transparency.
Thanks, Carrie. My plan is to post once a week though not sure how much I’ll comment. ❤
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February 2, 2018 at 7:14 pm
If anything hinky turns up with the plane – I consider rescheduling – then I realize what a pain it would be, trust if it was bad enough to be dangerous they wouldn’t put passengers on, much less fly the plane. I mean, right?
Then come the bloody marys. They always taste better at the airport.. 😉
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February 6, 2018 at 5:59 pm
Hi Lizzie. Long time. T.r.u.s.t. We do that every day, all day long and don’t think about it. But head to the airport and trust is a plane and a pilot–even the taxi driver before. Haha. Thanks for reading. XX
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February 2, 2018 at 7:44 pm
Hi Tess—welcome back and I’m delighted to join you on this nifty trip to Alaska. I find that if the day of departure is iffy–then, for sure, the rest of the trip will be much, much better! Hope that will be the same for you and Mary 🙂
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February 6, 2018 at 6:02 pm
Hi, sweet Sammee. Sort of back. Want to stay in the game but it’s hard.
I agree, the hardest part of traveling is getting to the airport and then through it and onto the plane. I’m a bushel of nerves. 🙂
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February 2, 2018 at 8:25 pm
You go on so many fun trips. I really need to take one. Well, first I virtually travel with you!
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February 6, 2018 at 6:03 pm
Haha.Hi Jacqui. No, I don’t go on many trips. I just keep reposting them. 🙂 🙂 🙂
Thanks for coming along. Love the company. Great to see you again.
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February 2, 2018 at 8:35 pm
Joining you on another trip will be exciting but one day I’m going bto see if there’s room in your suitcase for me.
xxx Huge Hugs xxx
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February 2, 2018 at 10:28 pm
One of my pugs did what Dickens did. I ended up staying with her all night long. Her stomach was so full of food. Dickens looks like my Charilie. Have a safe trip. 😀
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February 6, 2018 at 6:05 pm
Sometimes, I feel I’ve overeaten at the trough, too. Oink. Oink.
This trip happened last May. Good to see you, Cee. 🙂
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February 3, 2018 at 2:56 am
I don’t enjoy flying but, if they mention they have a problem, I am VERY unhappy!
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February 6, 2018 at 6:06 pm
I’m usually traumatized getting to the airport. Once in the air, well, it’s out of your control, isn’t it.
Wonderful to see you, granny. 😀
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February 3, 2018 at 4:40 am
I have reached a point where I like going away but not getting away. The airport experience is becoming a whole lot less enjoyable!
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February 6, 2018 at 6:08 pm
Indeed. So much time lost and all that jostling and standing in lines. Yikes. I know what you mean, Andrew, especially at the huge airport. Take Vancouver–a much better experience than Toronto. Calgary wasn’t bad either. Thanks for the visit. 😀
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February 3, 2018 at 8:48 am
Oh my gosh! You have no idea how happy I am for another trip!!!!
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February 6, 2018 at 6:10 pm
Hija, YOU. I’m sorta back. Trying to come back but I’ll be here now and again when I can. Took this trip last May but my heart wasn’t in it. 🙂 Thanks so much for joining me and for reading. 🙂
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February 6, 2018 at 7:49 pm
I will take YOU however I can get you Tess ❤ I'm looking forward to this travel.
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February 6, 2018 at 8:40 pm
😉 😉 😀 Me too! Take YOU.
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February 3, 2018 at 12:33 pm
I look forward to this trip with you. Happy to see you here! Sending hugs. ❤
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February 6, 2018 at 6:11 pm
Hi Darlene: Wonderful to see your smiling face. Trying to get back into the swing of blog world but it will take a while. Still, I miss you. Thanks so much for reading. ❤ ❤
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February 4, 2018 at 9:19 am
Lovely to be able to leave a comment Tess. Always distressing if there is a plane issue. Hope you are well.
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February 6, 2018 at 6:13 pm
Planes, trains, and automobiles! I’ve turned into a chicken. Every little thing is a big deal and makes me nervous.
I’ll be in and out here. This trip happened last May but my heart was at home. Thanks so much for the visit, Sue. ❤ ❤
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February 7, 2018 at 12:31 am
Having just returned from SE Asia I can say that travel isn’t all cupcakes and unicorns. Sometimes it’s nice to get home. 🙂
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February 7, 2018 at 5:54 pm
Indeed!
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February 4, 2018 at 9:36 am
Hooray, you’re back – in the flesh and live posting. It’s great to see and read you and i hope all’s well 🙂
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February 6, 2018 at 6:15 pm
I’ll be in and out in blog world as I make my way back thumbing a ride. No planes for me today.
Wonderful to see you. *smiles* ❤ ❤
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February 9, 2018 at 6:43 pm
Reblogged this on Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life and commented:
Delighted that Tess Karlinski is sharing another of her travel adventures and this time it is to Alaska.. This was last week’s post getting ready for the trip and tomorrow I will reblog this week’s post on the flight to Alaska.. All aboard… fasten your seatbelts.
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February 10, 2018 at 3:52 pm
Nice to see you, Sally. It’ll be a while yet till I shape up, if ever. Am attempting to squeeze in my favorite posts when I can. ❤ ❤ ❤
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February 10, 2018 at 5:39 pm
Great Tess and will share when I see them. ♥♥
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February 9, 2018 at 9:37 pm
I have missed you, my friend. In response to your post before this (I’m Late, I’m Late), perhaps you don’t realize this, but you have a very natural writing voice. You don’t have to study it. You just write your stories – of your travels, of your cats, of your granddaughter or the snow outside your house, and we readers are hooked. Truly! xo
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February 10, 2018 at 4:16 pm
I missed you, too. You’ve always been kind and thoughtful and I thank you from the bottom of my heart, Pam,. You’ve made my day. I’m tired of shoveling all that freaking snow falling on and on. I believe even my shovel is tired and has jumped into a snowbank never to be seen again till spring. We have been promised two more days of angelic snow. Ugh. 😀 😀 😀 My visits will be spotty though I will post each Friday. Haven’t written anything new since my AWOL since last March. Posting is getting back into it but it’s been a chore. 🙂 ❤
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February 10, 2018 at 7:05 pm
Just post something like you’re writing to friends. Because….that’s what you’re doing! xo
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February 11, 2018 at 4:17 pm
Yes, because non-fiction works that way for me. I used to be a letter writer. No time for that these days. It’s Email and twitter etc.
You’re a jewel. Thanks for the conversation. ❤ 🙂
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February 10, 2018 at 4:01 pm
Sent you a reply but it disappeared. Yikes!
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February 11, 2018 at 8:06 am
I loved reading this and had a few good laughs. I can’t imagine a taxi driver having a full boot? What was he thinking? Reminds me of a post I read recently where someone hired a removalist and they didn’t know how to pack the truck.
Thought you might like my piece of travel flash fiction: https://beyondtheflow.wordpress.com/2018/02/08/not-the-taj-mahal-friday-fictioneers/
Best wishes,
Rowena
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February 11, 2018 at 4:18 pm
Tickled you enjoyed the post. I’ve been blocked so long, writing and getting back into posting is slow. Thank you for the visit.
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February 12, 2018 at 9:15 am
Good! We’re off again. Happy to see you around and share your adventures, Tess!
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February 12, 2018 at 11:25 am
I love your travel stories 🙂
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February 12, 2018 at 3:27 pm
Bless your heart, Lucinda. Thanks so much for reading since I’ve been AWOL this long. ❤ ❤
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