Officially grounded
My wings have been clipped. I am now 36 weeks. Which means no flying.
{sigh}
Doesn't help much with my feelings of claustrophobia. Vancouver is back to normal - bone-chilling, daylight-cancelling, spirit-murdering rain. (Ok, it isn't raining right now, but it has, and it will. For months and months.) We've been having those kinds of days that leave me convinced that I will never ever again feel the warmth of the sun. The kind of day where I feel very much like Margot in Bradbury's "All Summer in a Day". I'd take 4 months of sparkling -40 days over any one day of Vancouver rain. (Yes, I lived in Sudbury for nine years, I do know that of which I speak.) I know virtually everyone else in soggy Lotusland will disagree with me, but I've been here for nine years (Sudbury still holds the record for longest-continually-inhabited community for about another month yet, though) and feel entitled to be completely honest.
My little fantasies of escape keep my hope alive through the never-ending drear, but the loss of flight privileges (such as they are nowadays) squashes my dreams of escape to somewhere warm and sunny. Heck, I'd even love a trip to one of the Gulf Islands (which we have yet to visit) just for the change of sopping wet scenery, but at this point it doesn't seem wise to voluntarily become ferry-dependent.
At least we have a couple of trips planned for the Island towards the end of the year. While it will pour down rain in Tofino, at least in Victoria we stand something of a chance of seeing the sun (and our friends' new baby, who will have been born by then).
As for a return to flight? Good question... Nova Scotia and Newfoundland in early summer? At this point, it looks like that trip might be Bärchen's first flight.
{sigh}
Doesn't help much with my feelings of claustrophobia. Vancouver is back to normal - bone-chilling, daylight-cancelling, spirit-murdering rain. (Ok, it isn't raining right now, but it has, and it will. For months and months.) We've been having those kinds of days that leave me convinced that I will never ever again feel the warmth of the sun. The kind of day where I feel very much like Margot in Bradbury's "All Summer in a Day". I'd take 4 months of sparkling -40 days over any one day of Vancouver rain. (Yes, I lived in Sudbury for nine years, I do know that of which I speak.) I know virtually everyone else in soggy Lotusland will disagree with me, but I've been here for nine years (Sudbury still holds the record for longest-continually-inhabited community for about another month yet, though) and feel entitled to be completely honest.
My little fantasies of escape keep my hope alive through the never-ending drear, but the loss of flight privileges (such as they are nowadays) squashes my dreams of escape to somewhere warm and sunny. Heck, I'd even love a trip to one of the Gulf Islands (which we have yet to visit) just for the change of sopping wet scenery, but at this point it doesn't seem wise to voluntarily become ferry-dependent.
At least we have a couple of trips planned for the Island towards the end of the year. While it will pour down rain in Tofino, at least in Victoria we stand something of a chance of seeing the sun (and our friends' new baby, who will have been born by then).
As for a return to flight? Good question... Nova Scotia and Newfoundland in early summer? At this point, it looks like that trip might be Bärchen's first flight.
posted by Melanie A at 12:04 p.m.
1 Comments:
But you can come visit us anytime you want to, after the baby arrives. I know it is not going to happen, but wouldn't it be nice to bring the little one to visit Nanny and Poppy at Christmas so we can show her/him off to all our friends!
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