Yesterday was an incredibly easy laid-back sort of day, knowing that I had a few things to do but with seemingly all the time in the world. Funny how a day like that gets away on a person. It did for me! Before I knew it, 8pm rolled around I had accomplished very little of what I initially started out doing. Yet again, I was to leave packing for a trip until the last minute. Dang! And here I thought i was ahead of the curve but instead, I fell behind the eight ball. By the time that I was packed (80% anyway, as slaDE was in bed and I didn’t want to wake him with my jostlings), it was 2am and I was ready to drop. But I needed to wake early to finish up the final touches (i.e. make room on the answering machine, shave my legs, clean the kitchen, drop off library books, etc.).
Incredibly grateful to have TJ pick us up (on time!) and drop us off at the airport. A good friend he is. And then, out the door we were, swept away to our Florida adventure.
Upon arrival (after a thankfully uneventful flight), we gathered up our luggage (last on, first baggage off = nifty trick) and made our way, via shuttle, to Sunshine Rentals to collect our rental car. With a zippy VW Jetta for the week, we zoomed off to WalMart (egads, I know) to buy a tent and sleeping pads for the nights when we wouldn’t be at our timeshare. The plan: set up a home base at the DeLand Airport dropzone, and skydive when we weren’t with the family at Disney. We lucked out and managed to salvage a pair of thick foam mattresses, which made for a far more comfortable sleep that the thin inflatable air mattresses that we bought. Sweet!
For some reason, I thought that Florida would be warm this time of the year. Man was I totally off. I was freezing! To top it off, the cold wind set the wind chill at a Canada-like temperature similiar to the past week in Calgary. Who would have thought?
This being slaDE~s first time in Florida (dz mecca of the world), it was fabulous to introduce him to one of the busiest skydiving airports in the State. Bonus that there would be 100 attempts organized by BJ Worth next weekend. Makes for a nice change from the active team training that keeps the dz otherwise busy.
Come and gone. Like a puff of smoke in a magic act. Voila! And then silence, and waiting and anticipation, wondering, what next?
The markets and the dollar rose sharply at the jubilation of a new administration, new hope. But what now? Waiting. Until Barack finds himself officially in office. Waiting for Bush not to mess up any more than he already has. Waiting. A political yet emotional game.
Amazing that the time span of a day could drastically alter the course of the world. Election Day, November 4, 2008, was yesterday, and most of the world sat with bated breath, wondering how the future would unfold with either Barack Obama or John McCain as the USA’s future President. From a Canadian standpoint, I only saw one clear ‘winner’, paving the future for change and a better tomorrow. However, us mere Canadians didn’t need to offer our support or vote of confidence. From the vote tabulations, many Americans too believed in that potential … of Hope. A landslide victory like I’ve never seen. Record voter turnouts! Compared to our Canadian elections (which are a joke in comparison), the might behind the sword is incredibly powerful when One voice stands up in their beliefs.
Barack Hussein Obama II has overcome so many obstacles and established a historical presidence that will hopefully forever change both the face of politics and the race relations within the American continent (worldwide for that matter). “Yes we can”. For those that believe, anything is possible. Hope and diligence seemed to pay off yesterday for the Americans who voted for their President-elect. Let’s pray for strength and unity in these difficult times, where the world’s troubles far outweigh the might of one man. Unity is the key.
It was a fabulous weekend for family … Bill celebrated his 84th birthday and my Father came to town on Sunday night. Dad was just passing through for a quick visit, but in this instance, quality is always better than quanitity.
We all savoured a fabulous succulent meal at ‘Moti Mahal’. Fine Indian food dining at its best, in my own humble opinion.
I was delighted for Dad to finally meet Bill (they mutually felt the same). Trying to tie these two men down for dinner is a difficult feat as it is, but at the same time in the same city, magic!
The next morning we were able to share in a hearty breakfast and some stretching and yoga postures, before Dad hit the road in his big shiny fancy transport truck.