"You’re from the East Coast, aren’t you?"

One of the things I had been rather loud about, while at Augustine, was donating blood. And Moon Unit had promised, back in the day, that she would go with me and donate next time I did. Of course, shortly after the promising I moved back to Newfoundland, so she seemingly escaped from that pledge. 
And then I came to visit! *evil laughter* 
I even made the appointments for us, and dragged Moon Unit along with me. We drove to a park-and-ride, and then rode the bus across town to the national headquarters. This was Moon Unit’s first donation, so she was a bit- not nervous, but tense. Something about needles and blood and the smells of a hospital tends to do that to people. I don’t know why… *pretends she wasn’t flinching at small noises the whole time herself* 
So we filled out the detailed questionaries. Those always amuse me, in a perverse way. Mostly because I answer no to all the questions about health issues, travel, and especially relationships. I’m just not a high risk individual!
And then we got to sit in big cushy laz-e-boy chairs, while they stuck needles in our arms. Don’t you wish you were there? I got hooked up a little before Moon Unit, but then I kept clotting up, so the nurses were doing a lot of hovering. “Just squeeze this ball here, every ten seconds, okay? Keep the arm still. *adjusts needle* Keep squeezing…” 
During the delicate operation of adjusting the needle again, one of the nurses spent some time staring at my chest. And, carefully not meeting my eyes, said the following. 

“I saw your shirt, and first I thought it said “I heart Baby Seals.” And I thought, that’s nice, that’s nice, Seals are cute. But then I looked again, and I saw there was a club there.” She paused. “You’re from the East Coast, aren’t you?” 

And I laughed and said I was, and she went to deal with Moon Unit, who was bleeding beautifully. In fact, Moon Unit finished her donation about five minutes before I was done, and stood by my chair until the nurses decided they were not going to get a full donation out of me, and pulled the needle out.
Then we headed on to get refreshments! Free tea and cookies, what is not to love? So I was trying to figure out the coffee machine, when from behind me I hear Moon Unit say dreamily, “I’m just gonna.. sit down.. here.” Looking around quickly proved that she was about the colour of a sheet of paper, and listing to the right. The volunteers and nurses quickly had her sit down and put her head between her knees, and then rushed over a stretcher, and wheeled her away behind a curtain, and took her blood pressure, and fed her juice, and fanned her, and generally Moon Unit was the centre of attention. Meanwhile, I drank tea, and juice, and ate my way through the basket of cookies. I’m such a considerate friend. 
At any rate, they eventually let her out, and I made her eat some more cookies. Then we decided to take our free mugs and get out of the hospital-smelling atmosphere. To the mall! Moon Unit magically had some more bus tickets, so that was good. Though while waiting for the bus we were both tired enough that we just sat down by the sidewalk- and found later that we’d been sitting in a collection of broken glass. You know the pebbles of safety glass that get everywhere after a windshield is broken? Apparently someone had had a windshield broken right about where we chose to sit down. But we only realized this later, observant girls. 
It was right about that time that we started joking that I had been having all the attention on me, so Moon Unit had to faint to get the attention on her. We just want attention! 
And then I started feeling stomach sick. Tempting fate much? Oops….  Maybe we just need to eat. That sound about right! So when we got to the mall we reconvene at the food court. We decide on Thai food and root beer, and head off in separate directions to get said food and drink. 
Standing in line in front of the heat lamps, Moon Unit almost falls over. “I’m.. just… gonna sit down… over here. Call me when it’s ready!” *she escapes the evil line and sits down* And then she comes back to the table, and finds me lying across two chairs, eyes closed. 
Moon unit: “Are you okay?”
Me: “Fine…”
Moon Unit: “Do you want to eat-“
Me: “No!”

She was rather pale at the time too. I took this particular picture to show how much better she was looking, now that she had some colour back in her face. And then I looked at it and went whatttt???? That’s less pale???? *cough*
Then we decided that the attention seeking was getting out of control, so we should just take the bus home before we were hit by a bus or set ourselves on fire, or something. Moon Unit ate the Pad Thai, and I drank the Root Beer, and we headed for the bus stop. *sigh* I made it about a hundred yards before I had to run for a garbage can to throw up in. Fortunately for the mall staff I was NOT actually sick, I just attempted to cough up a lung, and then collapsed on a bench.  (See picture there. \/ )
At that was when Moon Unit called her dad and asked him to drive us to where we’d left the car. It was very exciting. 
Some people can ride the bus to places, or give blood, without incident. Lesson of the day: we are not those people.
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*stares*

I’ve successfully traveled overseas, using two different flights, AND I still have all my baggage. I even got in early. How about that West Jet, eh? The whole process of passing from one airport to another, in fact, was startlingly uneventful. I’m afraid this makes for poor blog entries, but I think I’ll defer my complains, for now. 😀 

And then I got to Ottawa, and Moonunit and Rose was there too meet me at the airport! With Moonunit’s parents, and a sign with my name on it! It was totally the most exciting day of my ENTIRE LIFE!!!! *pauses* Well, maybe not, but it was pretty awesome. I would have run down the escalator (and caught my skirt and tripped and spent the next little while in the hospital), only there was someone in front of me. So I had to wait while the whole escalator moved the whole length of the whole baggage claim. And then I attacked Moonunit, and she attacked me, and Rose watched- it was very exiting. Oh, and Moonunit’s parent’s took pictures! So I guess I need to get a copy of those. 

Now I’m at the College, where I’m staying for the next couple of days. The only thing is, I have no internet. No one knows what the password is for the College access, so I can’t log on. I have no idea when you’ll get this, if at all…

EDIT: Here, have some pictures.

Newfoundland, from the sky!

Killing time in Halifax.
Yes, those spots are on the window, you’re not just passing out. I thought it made a nice effect. And see, that’s the plane that brought me to Ottawa! Isn’t it shiny?

The lovely Ruth uses the borrowed internet-computer. It made the rounds…

Later, Moon Unit uses the same computer to send in her last assignment. Doesn’t she look harmless? 😀

I think the term used here is, "I fail at life."

Third World and I decided to go to the War Museum today, as admission is free after four.

We left the house at about 5:00 pm. Then we stopped by the library (to pick up a reserved item,) the grocery store, (to buy some tea,) and the mall, (to buy some bus tickets.) Then we boarded our bus and headed out toward the museum. This is where things started to go not according to plan.

When we got to our stop, LeBreton 2A, we stood up, and waited for the bus driver to pull in front of the bus stop. He didn’t. Instead, he drove away. Third World and I sat down next to the exit, a little wide-eyed. He then proceeded to drive past the next stop without stopping. At this time I realized that this bus went out as far as Kanata, 45 minutes into the country. *panic*

But then he stopped, and we got off the bus. Discussion insured. Should we take the next bus back, or walk to the museum? I, un-city girl that I am, said that we could walk it. “We just find the river and follow it back!” I am persuasive? We started walking through the deserted government buildings.

We reached the end of the buildings just as the sun went down. Our eyes were then greeted with a lovely vista. A highway. Wending off into the distance. Dogged stubbornness asserts its self, we shared a square of chocolate, and started down the shoulder of the highway.

Over bridges, in the dark, in an unknown area of town, with cars driving by, and no one around.

Smart college students, eh?

After a time the side of the road was not safe to walk on, as the snowwas built up into a 45 degree angle. So, we hopped over the road barrier and started wading through knee-deep snow. (by the by, this whole time we would both occasionally comment to the other person that ‘I’m so glad that you’re there, cause I would NOT want to do this alone.) Finally, we arrived at a side walk, *angel choir*, and walked on the blessed sidewalk the rest of the way to the museum.

We bought some soup, and sat down to rest our legs. Third World then revealed that she had been super freaked out about the many cars driving past, (what if they stopped?) and I commented that I had not been very sure about all the dark bridges we walked over, (you can’t see who’s in there!) Then we noticed that it was 7:00. We had been in transit for 2HOURS!

The museum its self was very good, and Third World said that she wanted to borrow my Vimy book.

The trip back was uneventful, except for the whole missing the bus bit, and realizations, after leaning on each other and falling over while waiting for the next bus, that acting drunk wasn’t the best thing to be doing in a bus stop in the middle of nowhere.

We get back inside the house, Third World turns to me:

I can’t believe we’re still alive!

The best memories happen when things go wrong, just admit it.

Day one of reading week…

I’m feeling very productive today. *adjusts jacket collar* I unaccountably woke up at 8:30, and so I was able to get my work done early(ish). Fun! I also made waffles; I feel very competent. However, I did manage to stab myself with a meat thermometer. Maybe I shouldn’t get too uppity, eh? *grin*

Ah, I went on a walk out behind the house of parliament. It was so beautiful it hurt. That sounds odd, but I was carrying my camera, so I kept seeing in photos. There are so many lovely architectural bits…

And then- the bells played while I was there. I love the sound of bells. It reminds me heavily of Germany. Of course the fact that I was in a courtyard-like space surrounded with old buildings didn’t hurt the remembering.

I hope I got some good shots. I’ll have to beg Third World to download my pictures for me. *wanders away*

A Saturday expedenture in Ottawa

Third World and I went on a walk through Ottawa, armed. We shot things with our cameras. It was fun.


Here’s the Château Laurier from one angle…


… and another.


The Byward Market. It hosts a farmer’s market in the summer.


Some noisy little birds.


A lovely park.


The Houses of Parliament, seen through the park.


Notre Dame at Ottawa.


An Ice Seep.


The Ottawa River. This is standing on the bridge to Quebec, looking up toward the docks.


The Houses of Parliament, again. Taken from the river bank.


Houses of Parliament, plus trees! {Exciting!}


A lovely wall. This reminded me of Germany, (probably best not to ask why.)


It’s the Assassin! Third World, startled in the act of shooting a tree.


Myself, startled in the act of trying to get up gracefully and failing.


A closing lock out at the canal. This is under Redieu Street. I thought it looked like a dungeon, principally because I came through here first at 5 in the evening, and it was snowing. The place has ATMOSPHERE!

Ah, these looked better full size. They were so beautifully in focus! My unprofessional, (to say the least,) photo editing software has slightly blurred the lovely pictures Third world and I took, but you get the idea.