Friday, August 11, 2006
Aglutinamonos
I'm sure most of you, upon hearing the news yesterday morning about the new carry-on regulations and the ensuing chaos at airports worldwide thought: "I'm glad I'm not flying today!" I too thought this when I turned on the news, and then realised, wait, no, I am flying today. It ended up not being so bad, the lines moved quickly, despite the large pile of cosmetics and water bottles piling up at security. I could even buy liquids on the other side of security, but had it been a bottle it would have been poured into a cup. Today I smuggled lip balm in my pocket. No way I'm going for ten hours with no additional lip moisture.
Ottawa was too short, and my mom and I spent the evening making my bridesmaid's dress for Katrin's wedding in September. I leave for that two days after I get home from here, so we stayed up far too late getting it done. My mom is awesome.
At the airport this morning, after my covert smuggling of a gel-like substance, I ran into Alison Smith, who was on her way to LA to visit a friend of hers. Alison, for those of you who don't know, is an old friend of mine from elementary school who switched high schools without telling any of us right before grade ten. I haven't seen her since the Vincent Massey reunion party Craig hosted in OAC. We chatted for the hour and a half we had both given ourselves for our domestic flights, and it's only now that I realised I didn't get her e-mail. I clearly fall out of touch with people because I suck. She told me to say hello to everyone, especially you Esther.
After she got on her plane they immediately called me for mine, and off I was to Iqaluit. In line I ran into Debbie, perhaps my favourite cook at Eureka who is very luckily heading up to be MY cook. Mmmm...tastiness ensues. To be fair, all Eureka cooks I have encountered are excellent. And cater to my intolerance of nutty things. She's already promised the first cake she makes will be nut-free.
It was a long trip up, and the flights were fairly uneventful. Somewhere over Northern Ontario I realised how weird it was to be traveling to Eureka alone. I'm no stranger to flying alone - it seems more bizarre to me to fly with people these days - but it felt weird to be traveling North alone. Normally when I come up here I'm with a large group of people. Today it was me and my book. Which was okay too, just ... different. As we got further and further North it got cloudier and cloudier, which made it difficult to see the ground below, but when I did I was mesmorised. The landscape is completely different this time of year, what with the water being mainly unfrozen and the ground not being covered with snow. I stared out the window whenever there was a glimpse of the ground, and I felt like I was traveling here for the first time. Once we finally got to Resolute I discovered water where I didn't know there was water. It's madness how different things seem. It's so familiar and yet so foreign.
The weather here is cloudy and misty, which makes going outside seem unappealing to me. Tomorrow Debbie's going to take me on a walk to a creek bed that she says is fabulous. I'm hoping for better weather! If it clears up tonight I may walk down to the Northwest Passage, and, for the first time ever, touch the liquid surface of the Arctic Ocean. Summer in the Arctic! I am still all kinds of excited.
Ottawa was too short, and my mom and I spent the evening making my bridesmaid's dress for Katrin's wedding in September. I leave for that two days after I get home from here, so we stayed up far too late getting it done. My mom is awesome.
At the airport this morning, after my covert smuggling of a gel-like substance, I ran into Alison Smith, who was on her way to LA to visit a friend of hers. Alison, for those of you who don't know, is an old friend of mine from elementary school who switched high schools without telling any of us right before grade ten. I haven't seen her since the Vincent Massey reunion party Craig hosted in OAC. We chatted for the hour and a half we had both given ourselves for our domestic flights, and it's only now that I realised I didn't get her e-mail. I clearly fall out of touch with people because I suck. She told me to say hello to everyone, especially you Esther.
After she got on her plane they immediately called me for mine, and off I was to Iqaluit. In line I ran into Debbie, perhaps my favourite cook at Eureka who is very luckily heading up to be MY cook. Mmmm...tastiness ensues. To be fair, all Eureka cooks I have encountered are excellent. And cater to my intolerance of nutty things. She's already promised the first cake she makes will be nut-free.
It was a long trip up, and the flights were fairly uneventful. Somewhere over Northern Ontario I realised how weird it was to be traveling to Eureka alone. I'm no stranger to flying alone - it seems more bizarre to me to fly with people these days - but it felt weird to be traveling North alone. Normally when I come up here I'm with a large group of people. Today it was me and my book. Which was okay too, just ... different. As we got further and further North it got cloudier and cloudier, which made it difficult to see the ground below, but when I did I was mesmorised. The landscape is completely different this time of year, what with the water being mainly unfrozen and the ground not being covered with snow. I stared out the window whenever there was a glimpse of the ground, and I felt like I was traveling here for the first time. Once we finally got to Resolute I discovered water where I didn't know there was water. It's madness how different things seem. It's so familiar and yet so foreign.
The weather here is cloudy and misty, which makes going outside seem unappealing to me. Tomorrow Debbie's going to take me on a walk to a creek bed that she says is fabulous. I'm hoping for better weather! If it clears up tonight I may walk down to the Northwest Passage, and, for the first time ever, touch the liquid surface of the Arctic Ocean. Summer in the Arctic! I am still all kinds of excited.
// posted by Annemarie @ 6:56 AM 
