Galiano Tripping

Big things on a little island! As I blogged yesterday, we got to visit my youngest daughter, Kathryn, who lives off the BC coast on little Galiano Island. This is a beautiful place with lots of wonder. The forests are lush, the trees so green, wildlife all around and friendly people, too (that last bit reminds me of another island I know!). It was a real treat to be there and to visit with my daughter.

And don’t let the size fool you – there was lots to do (just ask The Berry who got a first-class massage for her aching shoulder at the Galiano Inn and Spa!). Lunch at the Hummingbird Pub was good – I got fish and chips, made out of Pacific, not Atlantic, cod, and I enjoyed it – which is a big stamp of approval coming from a Newfoundlander! Then we went to the sand caves, the marina, the sawmill where Kathryn works, then Montague Park, then the  bluffs and Mount Galiano, then a nice fire, soft music, a little wine, and a nice meal. We went to bed tired and woke up refreshed – just the way it should be!

Another Jerryism

As you may know, yesterday I set out to visit my daughters in British Columbia (one in Victoria, one in a small island off the coast). I’ve spent countless hours travelling and flying, so getting across the country is normally a piece of cake. So I woke up after a good night’s sleep, anticipating a wonderful flight time at 8:00 AM  – aaahhhhh!!!!! – Westjet – I love you!  I got up at 5 (early bird gets the worm), did some work, took my time and went to the airport.  There was no one at the counter.  I am thinking “cool!!!!”

I go up to the counter and give my name.  “What flight are you on, sir?” says Cory of WJ.
“I am on the 7:57 AM flight and I love WJ,” say I.
“We don’t have a 7:57 flight,” says Cory.
“Yes you do,” say I, as I scramble for the computer to pull out my confirmation.
“What’s your name?” says he.
“Jerome Byrne,” say I.
I show him my confirmation. He points and says, “7:57 AM is the time you are supposed to be in Toronto.  You missed your flight by two hours.”

“Holy FRIGG!**” says I, and I repeat it several times, and say, “What the FRIGG am I going to do now?”
“We can get you there by 7:35 PM for a late fee of $50,” says he.
“Sign me up,” say I.

I call The Berry who is getting to ready to leave Guelph on the shuttle to meet me at the airport. I tell her what had happened.  Then, needless to say, I had to put Cory on the phone to confirm it (she thought I was joking – as if!).

“Jesus, Jerry” says she.
“Sorry” say I.

We all had a laugh, especially Cory (at my expense due to my stupidity – but for me, it was just another Jerryism!). And all’s well that ends well. No need to get into the details of weather delayed flights – we’ve all been there, done that – so let it suffice that I had a long day and got in a lot later than planned. But I’m here! We have lots planned (and by ‘lots’ I mean, lots of sitting around and relaxing!) and I even got to sit next to a special neighbour on one leg of my journey – little Yoshi. I would have preferred The Berry, but he was pretty cute, too.

** I can neither confirm nor deny any expletives that may have ocurred in this transaction.