I am still alive. The trip back from Hawaii involved 22 hours in transit. The 7.5 hour layover in Vancouver wasn't as bad as expected. I had two free passes to Priority Lounges. I used the first pass on my way to Hawaii at LAX. I used the second pass in Vancouver. Priority Lounges provide complimentary food, drinks, snacks, and wi-fi. There are comfortable chairs and laptops for use. Vancouver's lounge even provided rooms where you could shower.
Haley and Dustin picked me up at the airport, probably because Dustin was excited to get the Moo Moo I bought him in Hawaii. I bought Haley and Mary the obligatory macadamia nuts, Hawaiin sarongs, and scrunchies.
I slept in on Sunday, but I still attended church. Sermons are much shorter when you arrive at 10:30am. After church, Dustin's parents treated me to Dim Sum, then I went home for a beauty sleep. On Sunday evening, I was at Church Council Retreat. The retreat was great, but my mind was still on a beach in Hawaii.
Yesterday, I got back in the groove with volleyball in the morning. My volleyball friends are a very loving, caring bunch. Many of them attended Judy's Celebration of Life. In the afternoon, I installed a new toilet in the main bathroom. Murphy's Law was in full effect, but the King now has a new throne. I finished off the day chairing the Church Council meeting, so it's been a bit of a whirlwind since I returned to the Great White North.
Today was a bit more sane. To begin, I completed more of my executor's duties then I went to the Dr. for the results of my yearly physical. Praise the Lord! I am healthy as a horse.
My greatest joy came at noon today. I went to the bank and cleared my daughters' student loans. Both girls worked hard and paid their way through university. Yes, they got free room and board, but for the most part, they paid their own way with minimal assistance. They learned an important life lesson and today was the day I had the chance to give them a reward for being the wonderful people they are.
I want to close this post by clearing up a misunderstanding. Many have asked me if my neighbors really raise chickens in their garage. You see, I have a tendency to make things up. I also embrace a gag and run with it for a long, long time. I exaggerate just a bit. My brother says he can tell when I am lying because my lips are moving. So....no, there are no real chickens next door. There are just singing chickens that lay plastic eggs and do fancy dances. Really. Believe me on this one.
Another untruth that I have been spreading is that I plug into my neighbor's power supply to lower my power bill. Not true. But one thing you should know is that when I returned home from Hawaii, there was extension cord threaded through my fence. Apparently, the neighbors were plugging into my outdoor outlet to power the huge chandelier they installed in their living room. I am glad that I have the chance to be neighborly. Good night.
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