Some back door sights from the past week or so, though the sunshine is presently missing in action.
The moth was clinging to the back door screen last night just before I left for the airport at midnight to fetch Pierre. I don't know the symbolism of moths...are they harbingers of being drawn to one's unfortunate fate? On my Nervous Nellie style drive to the airport, I was temporarily dazzled by the bright lights of a car dealership and got confused about the freeway exit...was it leading to the dealership or the airport??? As I sailed right past it, I realized it led to both; I'd missed it and was now speeding along to Nova Scotia--another province altogether! Thanks to a previous lost experience I once shared with Kibby (en route to our Hookers Anonymous meeting, but that's another story) I had learned to quell my panic, practice the Art of Acceptance, and trust that I would somehow, sometime, hopefully before running out of gas, be able to find another exit that would head back in the right direction. After creeping along in the pitch black while cars and trucks whizzed by me, my heart thumping louder than a boombox bass, I eventually found my way onto a narrow, winding country road that held out the promise of wending its way towards the vicinity of the airport. Gradually, I began to recognize some landmarks and found the former entrance of the old airport--only to discover that it had no access whatsoever to the new terminal. So near and yet so far! I was tempted to climb the fence and run across the fields and tarmac but was hindered by my sprained ankle. Instead, I kept stalwartly driving on, without too badly hyperventilating, and discovered a sideroad that took me directly to the new airport's parking lot. I pulled in with a good 5 minutes to gather myself together before Pierre came strolling out of the arrivals area.
"Any trouble getting here?"