In the Winnipeg International Airport

I was pleasantly surprised to find the security area virtually deserted. The kindly woman standing in front of the queueing area touched the palms of my hands with a white hemisphere on the end of a wand and said (having just seen Paul hug me tight around in circles) how lovely it was to see such a close-knit family, and wished me a happy new year. I had to show my boarding pass five times total, three of those times in the security area. I was the only one in the x-ray line.

—The security staffperson: “No liquids, aerosols, gels, toiletries, toothpaste, shaving cream, water bottles?”—I: “No, those things are all in my checked bag. Well, an empty water bottle.”—”Wait – empty? Does it have any water in it?”—”No.”—”Okay, then.”

Now it’s ten after eleven and they’re saying the plane probably won’t arrive for fifteen minutes yet. Guess I’ll go for another walk or something. A television: the woman on the CBC news says “we’re so consumeristic, a lot of the things still have labels in them, the resale market shouldn’t be overlooked.”

I encounter a sign advertising a Chestnut Praline Latte at Starbucks. I have nothing to do, and am feeling suggestible; I shall go to the Starbucks and purchase a chestnut praline latte.—It tastes quite good – a lovely burnt-sugar flavour.