Each day is a story waiting to be written and each day creates tomorrows memories.

We departed from Toronto via Air Canada yesterday to our Florida destination for the winter season. Our car was picked up by a driver on Sunday and arrived before we did. I am not a big fan of flying, but due to some health issues possessed by  my husband, driving south is no longer feasible for us.

I hate doing the security check. I am not complaining. I know it is for our safety, but nevertheless it is a pain taking off shoes emptying pockets, removing winter jackets, computers, etc. Of course, after doing all this I still buzzed passing through the metal detector. The customs officer did a check and found nothing. She thought it might be the neckpiece that I decided to put on at the very last minute before leaving our residence.  I am not sure why I chose to do so because I never liked  that piece. I was instructed to remove the necklace. I am a klutz and had great difficulty taking it off. In the process the clasp got caught in my sweater and my grey loopy scarf. The clasp broke and I was left with a hole in my sweater and an extra couple of loops in my scarf. However, once the offending piece was removed I no longer buzzed and I was allowed on to the plane.

We had priority boarding. I think the airplane aisles are getting narrower and baggage and people are getting wider, because when the rest of the passengers boarded , we got jostled and bumped and pushed,We even were assaulted with luggage that was being put into the overhead compartments– and that is not all. Once everyone was settled, a pitiful loud crying and whimpering was heard. At first we thought it was a baby and then realized it was a dog. From the hundreds of possible seats on the plane where the dogs cage could have been placed, it was placed under my seat. Dog was not a good flyer. The dogs owners sat behind me and were surrounded by a multitude of relatives all talking and laughing loudly. I would have liked to have shared in the merriment but they were not speaking in english.

We were thankful and I am sure the puppy was too, when we landed at the Fort lauderdale airport.

About epsnider

E.P SNIDER is the pen name that I used to publish "WHY ME- a memoir". I used a pen name so as not to embarrass my spouse, my offspring, their offspring, my grand dogs and my friends. A dream came true when I had my first book published at the age of sixty-nine. "WHY ME? "is a collection of memoirs recounted from various stages of my life and the lives of those that I love or like at least some of the time. Most of the incidences are humorous-some are not. I am a senior but I feel more like a junior except for the aches and pains. When I look in the mirror I often see my mother or some other aging lady with wrinkles and sun spots. The amount and depth of wrinkling depends on which mirror I am looking into, the degree of lighting and how well my skin absorbed the moisturizing cream that day. Although I am mature in years, maturity is definitely not one of my virtues. If something strikes me as funny I get the giggles. Most of my family and many of our friends have a rather warped sense of humour-so I giggle a lot. Laughter plays an important role in our lives. My friends were a significant inspiration for me to begin my writing career. For the past number of years hubby and I have been spending part of the winter season in Florida to escape the sometimes bitter cold climate in Toronto Canada. Every year I send emails to those left behind. To my delight they find my emails to be hysterical and a cure for their winter doldrums. They compare my style of writing to that of the late Erma Bombeck. For those of you not familiar with the author-- she was a beloved American humorist in the 1970's and 1980's. I have loved literature and creative writing from an early age. I spent some of my growing up years in Alberta and won a prize for a best poem commemorating Alberta's bicentennial year. My grade seven teacher was a large and forceful woman, with white hair and course bristly white chin hairs to match. We were all intimidated by her and thus listened intently as she drilled us about parsing sentences and adverbs and adjectives. She provided me with a good basis of the English language. In addition to "Why Me" I have had a short essay published in a book of assorted memoirs by Canadian woman. I currently write for our Toronto Condominium newspaper. I hope to do more writing, although I am not sure if my family can cope with any more of my meltdowns when blocks of written material mysteriously disappear off of my computor. I admit I am computor and electronically challenged, but I will persevere. - - - - - - - - - - - Writing has been a passion of mine through out my life. Ever since I took a step forward and entered into the world of computers, a new world of opened up for me. I found myself engrossed in writing emails with lengthy updates about my life's recent highlights. To my delight, people found me...funny! I then offered to write for my condo newsletter, and I recently had a short memoir published. For the last several years I became glued to my computer, transferring my hand-written life adventure notes to an actual story of my life's defining moments. Finally, at the age of 69, I was done... I wrote a book! AND it's actually published. People are reading it. People are enjoying it. I am thrilled! Plus, it's one of the greatest gifts I could ever give my family. Talk about a dream come true. My advice to you: Think positive, keep your eye on the prize, and you too can enjoy as your dreams and desires come to fruition.
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