The Ottawacker Jr. “Trip of a Lifetime”

The Ottawacker Jr. “Trip of a Lifetime” just rolls on. Knowing his love of planes, our friend Michal out in Victoria arranged for him to spend the day in Vancouver, with the outbound and return trips both taking place on a seaplane. We knew in advance but had been sworn to secrecy – and managed (for once) to keep our yaps shut. I got a text (6.30am) his time saying he was up because Iwona and Gene were driving Michal to the airport so he could fly out for his job… and then got a subsequent phone call a couple of hours later from an excited 12-year-old who could hardly put a sentence together because he was so excited. He is one lucky kid. I’ll have to make sure we make his life a misery when he gets back so he doesn’t think this is what happens in reality. (This photo is courtesy of Michal – there is no way I could match it for excitement.)
 
Other than that, it was quite a productive day. I watched Liverpool play very well in their final game of the Asian tour – beating Yokohama F-Marinos 3-1. Some of the football was amazing to watch – and the new 16-year-old sensation (only four years older than Ottawacker Jr., FFS) Rio Ngumoha was unbelievable, Mind you, it’s one thing to do it in a pre-season friendly, it’s another to have a hairy-arsed yard dog of an Everton defender breathing down your neck and kicking lumps out of you in the Premier League. But, positive signs.
 
Finally finished the translation. I finally pissed off my proofer enough by returning copy after copy with questions for her to rip apart what I translate and make it read like it was written by a Francophone. Getting there. So, all 10 have now been done and I will re-read tomorrow and then submit. A huge weight off my shoulders. Another huge weight off my shoulders was completing and ordering the three photo albums from 2015 (making a total of five for the year, I was obsessed at the time) from Bob Books. It’s taken a couple of months to do them – but I am pleased with how they look and it is going to be worth the massive outlay for the photos. It is weird looking back at them and realising that the people in the photos are either 10 years older or dead. Scary. But a good heirloom to pass down the line.
 
Mrs. Ottawacker came home from work around 1.30 – she had to go to the office for meetings – and we spent the afternoon in our various workspaces wishing we were 12 and getting a thrill from being in a seaplane. Mind you – when all is said and done, had the tsunami warnings off the BC coast turned out to be the portent of a real tsunami, this might have been a very different type of photo.