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Up early for the airport shuttle to the airport for my flight from Vancouver to Regina. I pick up a bag lunch that the hotel has cheaped out with on the excuse of Covid to cut the cost of their former almost adequate continental breakfast. I look inside. There is not one thing that is not primarily carbs. Not saying I’m that pure. I will lapse into cheat-o from keto but nothing in that bag is a quarter way tempting. That’s a phrase I’ll never understand: “as ugly as sin”. If sin weren’t attractive what would the attraction be?
I gave the bag back and handed out a few curved illusion tracts to other shuttle passengers.
At the airport I check in and follow the signs to the security for my gate. Closed for renovations. Get in the forever line for security for the other side of the airport. Once actually at security the actual process is somewhat efficient. Just dealing with considerably more passengers than it is designed for. It shows flight information for the side of the airport it is on not the side my flight will leave from.
Through security and a long walk back across the airport to my gate I learn the flight is delayed. There was some challenge boarding a disabled passenger and the plane was late leaving Yellowknife. I find a lounge that is free access for holders of various credit cards. None that I have, but they offer a special deal of $22 an hour. Seems steep on the face of it. However I know the Starbucks I can see in the distance the Starbucks which priced a sandwich at $12 seven years ago and five bucks for coffee. I took the lounge’s deal of one hour and had a relaxing time drinking a couple of double espressos, making two passes through the buffet line for scrambled eggs and sausages while my phone was plugged in to their charging station.
I got ensconced at the gate in time to hand out a couple of curved illusion tracts and be there when the incoming flight deboarded most of their passengers. Save one. Not to be critical here (an outright lie), but wouldn’t you think that if a plane was delayed loading a special need at one end of a leg that would be a flag to those wonderful people at Aeroflot Canada that preparations might be necessary to unload at the other end of the flight? But that’s not what makes Aeroflot Canada what it is today. All the passengers got off. A jet ramp person shuffled up to the passenger and informed the gate agents. “Hey, we need hep getting off this passenger off the plane and we need a special wheel chair.” That started the process of looking for a wheel chair and things unfolded from there at the pace you might expect. When they did get the guy off he looked locked-in. A co-worker had that fate befall him from a “routine” surgical procedure. Your mind works but nothing else. Sucks bigly. Not the passenger’s fault the plane was held up at both ends. Pure inefficiency of dealing with the situation by Aeroflot Canada.
The plane eventually arrived in Regina. Juanita picked me up. It was too late for a lunch buffet. Not a big fan of leftovers on steam tables for long periods of time. Have had them result in close encounters with porcelain bowls. Had a quiet rest of the day and got rested up for another six day stint of ten-hour days.
The turnaround lasted most of the month with me working 6-10’s.
Juanita went back to Meadow Lake to help celebrate Sonja’s birthday one weekend. I went to check out a Spanish church service the Saturday she was gone. There was no service that night. They were having a Mother’s Day Dinner. They graciously invited me to stay but I bowed out. I did get to attend two more services before the month up. Good messages. I had to really concentrate on what the words of the message on a sentence-by-sentence basis. I would need a lot more exposure to be able to think about the concepts and still be able to follow the words.
On May 30 I worked my last shift of the turnaround. We spent our last night in the basement suite provided by our very accommodating landlords, Dan and Shauna.
On May 31 we drove back to Meadow Lake. Juanita in the car. Me in the truck.
So much to do! Where to start?
We disassembled one of the garden hoop shelters the snow collapsed and we started to build a new frame for it. I carried on while Juanita went to town.
While she was gone I rescued the brush mower from the sea can and stowed the snowblower in the sea can. A vigorous hour of jogging behind the mower on the strip next to the grid road knocked down the taller grass and a bunch of the dandelions.
After lunch Juanita helped me re-cover the first shelter and I started on the frame of the second shelter which we covered with poly.
The next day I was paralyzed. Jogging behind the mower in third gear and humping it around corners was more exercise than my body was prepared for. You are in shape for whatever you were doing three weeks ago. Three weeks ago I was mostly sitting in the sea can between the odd climb to the top of a unit to hook something up. Some days there was a lot of climbing but it was paced.
When I recovered from that we puttered at backlogged stuff, cutting up some windfalls across the paths and doing a bit more mowing. In second gear this time.
Saturday, I bid on a turnaround job near Edmonton. It’s in a chemical plant where I worked in 2007, 2019 and last year.
Sunday was our first time back in our home church since April. That was enjoyable.
Monday while I waited for the winter tires to be installed at the tire shop I got an e-mail. My bid was successful. I booked a drug test for the afternoon and headed home to start getting ready to go to Edmonton. Since I had worked for the company and on that site last year all my certs were up to date until July 15th no on-line training courses needed to be completed. The turnaround should be over by then.
Tuesday we drove to Edmonton, dropped our stuff off at Becky’s, went for Donair and went to Eliana’s ball game. The nearby Best Buy has become a Value Village location so we went across the parking lot to Staples to make our planned purchases.
Wednesday I drove to site and in under a minute got my picture taken by security and issued a photo swipe pass. After some training in the use of Gralite suits like this with hoods somewhat like this. Seems ominous. I have assurances that I’m to be doing turnaround maintenance in another building. We’ll see. After that training and a bit more we new hires got our PPE for the job and were shown our lunchroom and change area. When that eight hour exercise was completed I drove back to Becky’s. Juanita was ready with all our stuff which we loaded quickly and left. We filled up with gas for twice the price it was four years ago, picked up some bunless burgers and iced coffee and headed home.
So much to do and did not enough of it. Reminds me of the report card comments “Paul is capable of doing more”. Story of my life.
This is Saturday. Tomorrow, I drive to Edmonton. Juanita will follow late next week after follow-up appointments here and in Saskatoon. On Monday I start six, ten-our days a week with an hour commute morning and night.
You probably won’t see much more from me until next month, but stay tuned I might surprise us.