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Back From the East
Posting something here at least once a week might not require “straining every effort,” but the thought of not letting this journal sit for too long does keep catching up to me. As last week came to a close, though, I had got to the point of supposing I’d lapse into silence here for a while, and come back not with a “quarterly review” at the very beginning of next month but a few days later than that. For the first time in a while I’d been planning to go on a trip that didn’t involve driving by myself back to the family home. My parents had decided to take a bus tour out to the Maratimes as they’d gone to Quebec City near the end of last year, and I’d braced myself up to the point of going with them.
With preparations made, however, I did start wondering about the weather reports of a serious storm about to hit the Atlantic provinces. My blithe thought was the rain would have passed by the time we got there. After being picked up by the tour bus and stopping overnight in Ottawa, we made it to Quebec City (where I got to a restaurant my parents have been visiting for years), only to be told the next day the tour company had decided conditions any further east would be too bad to just drop in on and we’d be turning around.
For whatever reason I was able to accept this as it came, thinking a bit of how I’d only spent an afternoon in Japan over a decade ago rather than the few days I’d intended to then. Other people would be a lot worse off than me. The bus ride back did make a few stops that wouldn’t have been included on our intended itinerary, and we weren’t pushing quite as far on our last day (when I noticed reports DART had hit its asteroid target even as Artemis I had been rolled back to the Vehicle Assembly Building ahead of another hurricane) as we would have. It may be I was away just long enough to appreciate getting back.
With preparations made, however, I did start wondering about the weather reports of a serious storm about to hit the Atlantic provinces. My blithe thought was the rain would have passed by the time we got there. After being picked up by the tour bus and stopping overnight in Ottawa, we made it to Quebec City (where I got to a restaurant my parents have been visiting for years), only to be told the next day the tour company had decided conditions any further east would be too bad to just drop in on and we’d be turning around.
For whatever reason I was able to accept this as it came, thinking a bit of how I’d only spent an afternoon in Japan over a decade ago rather than the few days I’d intended to then. Other people would be a lot worse off than me. The bus ride back did make a few stops that wouldn’t have been included on our intended itinerary, and we weren’t pushing quite as far on our last day (when I noticed reports DART had hit its asteroid target even as Artemis I had been rolled back to the Vehicle Assembly Building ahead of another hurricane) as we would have. It may be I was away just long enough to appreciate getting back.