So, I flew up to Edmonton from Vancouver this morning.
Very quick flight.
Never have flown on an Airbus before, but now I did get to hear the infamous Airbus Barking Dog noise. And as I was over the wings it was quite loud. It’s nothing to be worried about, it’s just a hydraulic pump trying to equalize the pressure between two different hydraulic circuits.
I was waiting for the 747 bus to take me from YEG to one of the LRT stations.
While I was waiting a fellow passenger came up to me and introduced herself.
She said that she had loaded my blog onto her phone and read the blog on the flight.
Skye had discovered my blog when she googled my name that I have on my carry-on luggage.
It’s odd, outside of a few people related to the CFB Namao matter, and outside of a very select few people in Vancouver, no one has ever come up to me to talk about my blog.
She offered to drop me off on her Uber ride into Edmonton and she kept apologizing the whole time reassuring me that she wasn’t a stalker.
So, we talked on the way up to Edmonton. I’m sure the Uber driver thinks that I’m insane.
Skye had just come back from Australia. She’s actually a conductor for one of the railways, can’t remember if she works for CP or CN. She took some time off work to help her sisters run the family lumber mill after her father died a few years ago.
We’ll probably meet up for coffee or lunch in the next day or two.
I didn’t get much sleep last night, too many things ruminating in my skull to let me have a decent sleep last night.
Shout out to my stepmother Sue for not wanting to help out with this, Richard would have been so proud of her.
I’m almost 100% certain that Scott didn’t have a will. The police didn’t indicate that they found anything of the such.
So the first thing I have to do tomorrow is go pick up his ashes and his personal belongings from the crematorium. The I guess I’ll have to go to his apartment and see what’s up there and see if there’s any paperwork indicating what his finances were like. If he had a financed or leased car I’ll probably have to make arrangements for the dealer to come pick it up. I’ll see if there’s any documents and paperwork or photos of interest that I want and then the rest of his belongings will be going to wherever.
And then I’ll fly back to Vancouver.
In the meantime I’ve ridden around the city on the little Lime Scooters. Those things are a blast. They’re a lot more sketchy and jittery than my Segway scooter, but in a way that lends an interesting quirkiness to them.
I don’t know what I’ll do with Scott’s ashes. I could put them inside of a Jack-in-the-box and send the Jack-in-the-box to the Chief of Defence Staff.
I could go up to Edmonton Garrison and sprinkle his ashes at our old PMQ and other places around the base.
Anyways, enough for today.
I gotta go find some place to grab a bite to eat.
Luckily Whyte Ave is just a block away.
Beeshive 