This past week has been hard.
First thing that happened this week was that my grandmother died. I have lost my greatest fan. After the funeral I went to a party. This is what is technically referred to as emotional whiplash (EW).
This was a “I’m so happy you are finally moving away party”. The title was unofficial. The next day I helped my friends load their moving truck, and the following day drove 12 hours to Prince George. I now have a greater appreciation for how large BC is, and how much the Lower Mainland around Vancouver really is (visually) a nice place to live. Prince George is nice too, but some of the areas in between are rather desert-like, and not something that I am used to. I don’t think that I am a fan of bald mountains.
It is interesting to note the difference between physical and mental exhaustion. When your muscles hurt and you are physically exhausted, your brain may be working just fine. Mental exhaustion is different – your brain doesn’t work, but your body may. I think that attempting to roll a bookcase up the lawn instead of the sidewalk (stupidly) was an indication that mental exhaustion was an issue. Lets not even mention getting tables through doors. Then, suddenly, everything became funny and I didn’t care anymore. A good place to be.
Right now, I am mentally AND physically exhausted. A bad place to be.
12 hours in a vehicle isn’t as bad as I expected, which largely has to do with the company, excluding “that darned cat”. Getting back from Prince George was very easy, if you ignore the fact that when I land in a plane it feels like someone is stabbing knives into my ears, especially when the pilot makes like he is landing on an aircraft carrier. I flew on WestJet Airlines, cheap, efficient, and capable of a sense of humor:
“We have arrived in Vancouver because we gave pilot Phil too much coffee. If you’ve had our coffee you know what we mean!
You will find an in flight magazine in the seat ahead of you, next to the spilled soft drinks and abandoned cookies from the previous flight”.
Personally I liked this humor of the flight attendants, but not everyone did. The guy next to me didn’t (more on him later, he is an entry all of his own).