Duxford Girl

Greetings from Banff

Breakfast at the World Famous Lido Cafe

14 days of reckless hedonism. What a wonderful thought. It starts tomorrow at the Lido and then progresses to a Blue Rodeo concert in Banff on Monday night.

The rest will (hopefully) be filled with flying and skiing. Maybe a brief road trip.

RTC Out (at least for the next two weeks).

... but three days 'til AV.

I wonder if how well we keep promises to ourselves is indicative of how well we keep promises to everyone else.

On that note, conversation has once again drifted into the territory of New Year’s Resolutions. Last year, I put it to a vote. In case anyone is interested, the cats are still lazy, little free-loaders who can’t vacuum.

We are, once again, at the end of the holiday season. I find the two months ahead to be the worst of the year for me personally. The term “unbearably depressing” comes to mind. The last three years I have dealt with this depression by taking time off and leaving the country. Twice, I ventured to London and last year I visited Mexico (call me a freak, but I’ll take Blighty over Mexico, any day).

Hope everyone has a great holiday full of all the good stuff.

My last two flights have (amazingly) been good flights. Both my upper air work and my landings have vastly improved due (I think) to the hours I spend reviewing written material as well as sitting at my desk memorizing every move in the cockpit.

However, I am still weeks behind (maybe even months) where I actually wanted to be in my training.

Well, it’s back again. To the credit of the malls around the downtown core, they waited until after Remembrance Day to really start dressing the place up.

I don’t like drinks made with tomatoes. Actual tomato juice and V8? Gross. And don’t even get me started about Clamato. I mean, seriously, who the hell thought that was a good idea.

However…

Call it “Soup at Hand”, heat it up in the microwave for a minute and suddenly I have no issue drinking tomatoes. Weird.