It started with the passport discussion with K. He had put them in the safe deposit box, where he thought they would be safer.
I wanted them in the house, "What if I want to go to Italy or Canada tomorrow?"
"That's another reason to keep them at the bank," he said.
"Bring them back tomorrow."
Thursday eve, two days later, a friend was over. She mentioned wanting to get a gift for someone starting college in Vancouver, B.C. I suggested a gift card or shirt from the school.
"I need it quick, and it will cost a lot to call Canada. I think we should drive up there on Saturday."
I yelled to K, "I'm going to Canada! Good thing I've got my passport!"
Now I know that the math of a ten minute international phone call versus driving six hours, meals, and a hotel room does not make any sense at all,
but still . . . the hotel lobby had a Venetian like ceiling of stars,
and the room had a great view of the city and the twinkle lit trees below,
and the sculpture that greats you as you cross the border on the way back gives such a feeling of flight and vast views,
and we had such a good time.
