The travelling time has nearly begun. I’m perched at my desk making final preps for my trip to Toronto tomorrow. Again. Sigh. Work is flying me there for a few days to take some software training — which Karin insists I probably don’t need, but which I opt to say:

1. Any knowledge is good knowledge provided you are open to receiving said knowledge. Thus, the idea of rejecting a learning opportunity on some smug notion that I could figure it out on my own — while flattering — is not the best idea to be flouting in any crowd.

2. A free trip to Toronto — while on a long, boring plane ride away — is still, no matter how you look at it, a free trip to Toronto.

on.fears.and.such

Danielle emailed me this morning with the request that I provide a little personal information for her co-op student report. Why? I don’t question these things. However, when asked what one of my biggest fears was — besides writing “little people,” an inside joke as she herself is only about three apples high — I wrote:

elevators: Plummetting to a firey craterous impact in the bottom of an elevator shaft after the emergency breaks have failed on the 38th floor and your brain turns to jello from the g-force pressures as you fall to your inevitable death, splattering your crumpled remains like spaghetti across the inescapable coffin that was once an elevator.

Colorful expressions are always appreciated by University instructors.

and.the.big.news.is…

Having stewed for weeks and weeks, now, and not wanting to write anything until things were more definitely under control, I can now say unabashedly that this weekend I did four things:

a) Opened my secret drawer and checked the status of my passport.

b) Purchased an 11 day inclusive out-of-country health care insurance plan.

c) Dropped by the BCAA for the pleasure of buying an international driving permit.

d) Confirmed the purchase of a round-trip ticket to Amsterdam later this month.

Details — I’m sure — will follow in gushes…