| Newfoundland 2003 |
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| << [31] Farewell, Newfoundland |
| Friday January 2, 2004 (on the plane) I had a few drinks, but didn't feel all that well still, so I didn't have much, and I hardly ate anything, for a change. I wore myself out wrestling with the kids and somehow got coerced into singing "Me and Bobby McGee" on the karaoke machine. I couldn't bring myself to do it seriously, so I twanged my voice and changed some of the words to be silly. Lorna got mad because (according to her) it still sounded better than anyone else's performance! At midnight we went outside and watched amateur fireworks and made our own noise with clackers, horns and confetti guns. Finally we left for home, and it was a new year. 2004. |
| Yesterday we packed, and I fed smelly crab legs to the crows. It had snowed al ittle, and the weather had turned cold and windy. I was feeling ready to be back home in Albany. We had a huge noisy dinner at the Dwyer's and a terrific ring-side seat (inside!) for the Carbonear fireworks. I never did feel quite back to normal though, and I kept getting overwhelmed, needing to sneak off to someplace quiet. Up early today, another cold and windy morning. We packed the car, said goodbye, and drove off in only the second day of bright sunshine we'd had. Security is very tight in St. John's, and in general. Just yesterday a flight from Europe on its way to D.C. was grounded in St. John's due to some discrepancy between the passengers and the baggage. The plane was searched, declared safe, and sent on its way to D.C. without further incident. We made it through without losing anything, and now we're in the air somewhere en route to Toronto. Late. We should be fine though, since we have a good layover and our connecting flight is on another of those little tiny planes. They'll probably hold it for us if we're late. I'll be glad to get home, but I've had a wonderful time, and it's always hard to leave beautiful Newfoundland. |
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