Lost Passports and Facing Death

Originally posted on Just We Family Blog

Vacation Blog – Day 1

We are about 20 minutes into our flight, so what better time than the present to throw a few words to screen.

I am not sure I will be doing much writing on the plane. It’s not easy to type with your elbows glued to your side, and the keyboard pressed into your stomach. Plus, this portable keyboard is a little loud so I don’t want to tick off the neighbours who are all trying to read. I know I have a short reading attention span when there are annoying noises like tapping in the background. 

There were varying anxieties about the flight today from airport check ins, to flying itself, but so far everyone seems to be faring well.  It was a late night packing which meant the time between hitting the pillow and 4:30 AM alarm time was minimal. It would be understandable if all of us were a grumpy mess.

What a crazy morning Most of us still had things to stuff into bags, and I argued with Emma about how small her bag was. How do I have the biggest bag? It’s two weeks. I mean, I don’t have 14 of everything but we will be experiencing a variety of weather patterns on our travels. 

Our dear friend, Catharine, was there before 5:30 this morning to take us all to the airport. She does so much for us and what better way to be seen off, than by someone who seems to be there for many of our big moments and events; usually right in there with us

Oh. I should tell you a couple of stories before I sign off. Not that I am signed in because well, we are in airplane mode, but you get the drift.

Let’s start with the morning. I was driving to go vote in the early poles for a local by-election, after picking up one last passport to complete our collection. Election day is while we are away so you know; the whole civic duty thing.

Anyway, there was this black van – very similar to the white delivery trucks you see used a lot for Amazon deliveries – that pulled onto the main street, cutting off the person in front of me. Then he parked and the car ahead of me stopped, seemingly looking to confront the crazy driver.  Then, a guy dressed all in black flies out with an assault rifle – aiming it into the apartment above. I started to panic. I was thinking ‘Get out of the way. We are going to die.’ As they moved, I noticed the word Police on the back of the jacket but still, scary!

Then, it’s about 10 o’clock at night and I notice I can’t find said passport. So, after picking the girls up from their semi-formal, I retraced the many steps I took between picking them up from school, and dropping all of their friends off. Between that and moving everything in the house, I finally found it in a folder under my desk when I sat down to think about where it could be.

What would a Pattison/Mills trip be without a little excitement?

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