The whirlwind returns

A final day to sort things out before Ottawacker Jr. returns in the evening. Amazingly, I got it all done. Beds stripped and made up, laundry done and put away, cat litter emptied and bins sorted. Mrs. Ottawacker was delayed in Sundridge – going with her brother means she is often forced to adhere to her brother’s timeline – and so I headed up to the airport alone to pick up Ottawacker Jr. His flight was due to arrive at 7:40pm (Flight PD448 pm am Embraer E195-E2 for the anoraks among you) but it arrived 20 minutes early, having left for some reason 20 minutes early.  Thankfully the ineptitude at Ottawa airport meant that the plane had to sit on the tarmac for those 20 minutes as they couldn’t get ground crew to lead it in. Oh Ottawa, never change.
 
He finally came down the stairs, looking very natty in new clothes and sunglasses (which he didn’t really need, what with it being early evening and all, but who am I to pop his ballon?) and I was surprisingly emotional to have him back. (That stays between us, right?) We had plenty of opportunity to catch up as the luggage took 45 minutes to arrive at the carousel. Then we drove down to O’Brien’s, where Mrs. Ottawacker’s brother was dropping her off so we could have dinner together. O’Brien’s was closed. Of course it was, it was 9 o’clock on a bank holiday weekend. So we drove over to Hometown and had a surprisingly excellent late dinner.
 
It was only two weeks, but he managed to recount a lot of the events over dinner. We got home late, and he more or less went to bed. The whirlwind has returned, and our lives are all the richer for it.