My flight from London to Boston is STILL NOT SHOWING. I'm starting to wonder if it ever will!
I am halfway tempted to just cancel it entirely and go straight to Ottawa. If so, I'll miss catching up with![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
gingicat. ARGH.
This'll learn me not to do it via website next time. At least a travel agent can make adjustments, even if it's pricier. Right now, I have a BIG GAP on how I'm getting from London to Boston and it's making me nervous.
There's a few cutting-it-fine moments in the trip, starting with getting hold of my luggage, which B2 has right now...in Nantes, France.
Yes, B2 has gone on a week's trip to France to catch up with friends, and has taken our smallest suitcase with her. It's a beautifully convenient size and fits just about everything that one needs. But she arrives back on Sunday at around 6am and is allegedly going to be at her car by 9am. Which means that I'm packing at 9am to leave for the airport around 11am, arrive at the airport by 1pm for a 4pm departure to Singapore.
It's gonna be tight.
And that's even before I step onto a plane...
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In rather sadder news, a local church friend died today. His death wasn't unexpected - he's had serious health issues for the last ten years, got a kidney transplant right around the starto the pandemic, and got COVID earier this year. He'd been in ICU for about a month now, slowly getting worse and worse, and fretting about leaving his wife and son behind. Apparently he died peacefully today, lucid and able to talk to his wife and son before slipping away.
I'll be away for his funeral, I suspect, unless they hop-to in the next couple of days, but that's not likely. *sigh*
There's a joke going around on the messenger thread of support for him and his family (back from the days when he got the kidney transplant: you know the old 'phone tree'? well, this is the 'messenger mess', full of our extended social group from church). He wasn't always lucid, and in the last couple of weeks, he'd get visitors, and then he'd dream about them in...odd situations. Probably the classic one was the dream he had about the church treasurer in gold lame pants the day after the guy visited him. He spent the better part of an hour insisting, "B shouldn't wear those pants; they don't suit him!"
Okay, so, vivid dreams? Fair enough; he was low-oxygen and on a fair few meds, sometimes agitated, not always lucid. So the gold pants became a bit of an in-joke.
However, a subsequent visit by another friend qualified exactly what kind of gold pants he was talking about. It turns out, it's not just any pair of gold lame trouser - oh no! The gold pants that don't suit our bluff, stout fifty-something church treasurer are...the booty shorts kind worn by Kylie and other female entertainers. *snortgiggles*
Which is a vision I didn't need at all.
Anyway, apparently his funeral was not to be black or formal. Casual, with a focus on his faith which was important to him. So I suspect there may be a bit of gold lame at the funeral... Wish I could attend, but unlikely given the timing.
He was one of the gentlest blokes I know, with a lovely easy way about him, and his family is going to miss him sorely.
I've resolved that I may not be able to be there for the family funeral, but I can be there when I get back, after the dust and fuss has cleared some. They'll have plenty of support before, but a month after, things have trailed off.
I am halfway tempted to just cancel it entirely and go straight to Ottawa. If so, I'll miss catching up with
gingicat. ARGH.This'll learn me not to do it via website next time. At least a travel agent can make adjustments, even if it's pricier. Right now, I have a BIG GAP on how I'm getting from London to Boston and it's making me nervous.
There's a few cutting-it-fine moments in the trip, starting with getting hold of my luggage, which B2 has right now...in Nantes, France.
Yes, B2 has gone on a week's trip to France to catch up with friends, and has taken our smallest suitcase with her. It's a beautifully convenient size and fits just about everything that one needs. But she arrives back on Sunday at around 6am and is allegedly going to be at her car by 9am. Which means that I'm packing at 9am to leave for the airport around 11am, arrive at the airport by 1pm for a 4pm departure to Singapore.
It's gonna be tight.
And that's even before I step onto a plane...
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In rather sadder news, a local church friend died today. His death wasn't unexpected - he's had serious health issues for the last ten years, got a kidney transplant right around the starto the pandemic, and got COVID earier this year. He'd been in ICU for about a month now, slowly getting worse and worse, and fretting about leaving his wife and son behind. Apparently he died peacefully today, lucid and able to talk to his wife and son before slipping away.
I'll be away for his funeral, I suspect, unless they hop-to in the next couple of days, but that's not likely. *sigh*
There's a joke going around on the messenger thread of support for him and his family (back from the days when he got the kidney transplant: you know the old 'phone tree'? well, this is the 'messenger mess', full of our extended social group from church). He wasn't always lucid, and in the last couple of weeks, he'd get visitors, and then he'd dream about them in...odd situations. Probably the classic one was the dream he had about the church treasurer in gold lame pants the day after the guy visited him. He spent the better part of an hour insisting, "B shouldn't wear those pants; they don't suit him!"
Okay, so, vivid dreams? Fair enough; he was low-oxygen and on a fair few meds, sometimes agitated, not always lucid. So the gold pants became a bit of an in-joke.
However, a subsequent visit by another friend qualified exactly what kind of gold pants he was talking about. It turns out, it's not just any pair of gold lame trouser - oh no! The gold pants that don't suit our bluff, stout fifty-something church treasurer are...the booty shorts kind worn by Kylie and other female entertainers. *snortgiggles*
Which is a vision I didn't need at all.
Anyway, apparently his funeral was not to be black or formal. Casual, with a focus on his faith which was important to him. So I suspect there may be a bit of gold lame at the funeral... Wish I could attend, but unlikely given the timing.
He was one of the gentlest blokes I know, with a lovely easy way about him, and his family is going to miss him sorely.
I've resolved that I may not be able to be there for the family funeral, but I can be there when I get back, after the dust and fuss has cleared some. They'll have plenty of support before, but a month after, things have trailed off.
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Sorry about your friend.
"HUGS"
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I'm sorry about your friend.
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And, I'm sorry for your loss.