What goes up must come down

I wasn't even thinking of my flights to and from Halifax when the subject title popped into my head, but it certainly fits!

So this will be two disparate topics under "What goes up must come down."

Going up, out of Kingston on the Dash 8 propeller plane on the 11th.

Mercifully, it was the 37-seater, not the 12 or 14-seater I was on two years ago. I still bawled on take-off, though!

It's also a very quick flight from Kingston to Toronto. You get up, you get offered a drink, then you're preparing for landing.

 

Below: Waiting for the plane to come in at Pearson Airport in Toronto, to head to Halifax. The gate is on the right. And yep, I bawled all through take-off on this flight too, whereas the toddlers were fine. This was a mid-afternoon flight, and when the flight attendant came around with the cart I asked if it was too early to drink. Her reply? "It's never too early." So it was "SCOTCH, please" for me, along with a fruit and cheese tray. Worth the $18 it cost, believe me.

This was the return flight, below. The plane had just landed in Halifax from London, England. I didn't get any other aerial shots because I was sitting in the middle row, aisle seat, too far from a window.

Happily, what went up came down safely, all four times!

Now, on a totally different topic related to "what goes up must come down": The holidays are fast approaching and every year I cut back on my decorating. I love to do it, but yes, what goes up must come come down, and it's the coming down (and putting away) part that I dislike. So instead of my usual Christmas tree, I splurged on a cute little 2-foot one that came yesterday. I have it sitting on a low table in the corner of my living room.

I already have my little snowflake lights up under the overhead kitchen cupboards, and I have my table arrangements out. That's it, I'm done. And after nearly taking out my left eye while trying to remove my outdoor lights last year, I'm passing on exterior lights this time. I'll get my wreath out soon and I'll get one of those greenery displays that the grocery stores sell, put it on my front step. That's it. No one cares if I put lights up, and I just can't be bothered anymore. Not from any sense of "bah, humbug," but from sheer laziness.

Yeah, what she wrote.  :-)

Peace.