L-dawg arrived. She barely acknowledged my existence, instead sweeping me aside in search of a bean burrito.
He had junk that the junk yard would throw up.
The support person exchange was supposed to happen today. Heather flew out; Pamela and I drove her to the airport. I tried my hardest not to cry, but ended up bawling my face off. Seriously, it fell off, rolled around on the ground twitching and doing back flips.
Heather was really excited to get home...and then she didn't.
Her flight was diverted to Saint John, New Brunswick. She doesn't get to fly home until tomorrow. She's hunkered down in a hotel, perhaps sipping on a brewski?
Bonnie was supposed to be here today at 6:40 pm.
Nope. That didn't happen.
Apparently there's tonnes of H2O being poured down on Halifax. Cars are driving with their hazard lights on; some pulled over. This, combined with a reported sinkhole on the runway, has all flights cancelled. Either that or all the planes and/or pilots are getting makeovers.
Bonnie is holed up at her son's house for the night and will be here tomorrow.
Every time someone I love leaves Toronto, a ripple of sadness surges through me and tries to take me down. It's hard watching them go for a number of reasons: 1) I will miss them 2) They are leaving me and I don't know when I'll see them again **sucks** and 3) I wasn't able to sneak on the plane and go home with them.
For now I will continue to make memories, enjoy the view...