REALLY late flog for JULY 5 - Goodbye Mr Ships ...

I did really well keeping a secret, especially since I'm a big Blabbermouth. However, it was easier for me since I could tell everyone on this side of the world, as long as they had no back-east connection. Now I can tell you all why I was too tired to write in my blog Thursday night.

After a 37-hour shift at work, where 3/4 of the stock had to pulled outdoors on the sidewalk to try and increase sales, I finally got home, in spite of a sloth-pulled bus and a packed sky train. Then it was a quick trip to Zellers - then home, to grab a bite to eat. Howard made burgers, but I couldn't eat one. I had a bag of chips instead. And a muffin.

Then the big blue truck sped (literally) to the airport with Steve at the wheel, Howard in the co-pilot's seat, and me in the back (seat, that is, not the truck bed) biting my nails and trying to keep my eyes off the speedometer.

Next, an old-fashioned check-in - thank goodness Air Canada still has real people to help the unseasoned traveler - and he's in the line to go through security to Gate 40. Even though he's holding a BC liquor store bag, there ain't no booze inside. Just a cryptogram puzzle book and a bag of Hershey Kisses. Hopefully enough to last him until he gets home.

Howard didn't go to work on Thursday, as he wanted to get ready for his trip. In the hour and a half interval of my getting home and us leaving for the airport, he:

• bought a new belt - first one was too small, second one was too small, third one 'seemed' okay
• got a noisy tool of some kind and put a hole in his too-long belt so it would keep his jeans up
• got his suitcase from Steve's attic (well, Steve actually did a crab crawl up there to get it)
• packed same suitcase
• had me running around looking for this and that

Of course, as soon as I got in the door, and he, knowing for the past month he was going, asked
'Where is my coffee table book from Platinum?'
'Why didn't you ask me that before now?'
'Well, I think it's in your room.'

Now, I know what's in my room, and there's no boat books in there. But I did know they were in his room - and he should have known that too. So I got it for him.

Seasons may change, but some people never do.

This guy was at the airport too. I think he had trouble getting through security. 

One good thing about today - it was pretty warm, a nice summery day, so when I finally got to bed, my feet weren't icy cold. I fell asleep watching a taped Coronation Street, and did the proverbial log thing.