Airport. Alpacas.

I picked up the parents at the airport on Saturday. Airports are interesting places. There’s all kinds of people waiting for their friends and family. All human life, and all that. When I watched the people come through the doors from arrivals I wondered about their stories. Where had they been, and what did they do? Did they have a good time, are they glad to be home?

The parents looked a little tired from their trip. My dad had taken his medication twice before boarding, my brother said he looked like he’d just had 10 pints. He didn’t think they’d board him, but they did. I drove home and installed the parents in the guest room, they were fed and watered and happy to be on the ground.

We’re expecting one of our Alpacas, Gertie, to have her baby any day now. Usually they like to give birth during daylight, while it’s warm(ish) and sunny. Any day now… waiting on updates from home while I’m at work. Baby Alpacas are too cute to put into words. All legs, neck and eyes. Sort of like a furry baby Giraffe.

In other interesting news, I had a phone call at work from a recruiter who found my resume on Workopolis. He’s interested in putting me in touch with his client, an agency in Guelph specializing in pharma work. Could be interesting, what have I got to lose? It’s worth seeing what they’re offering. I have another iron in the fire, which I’m hoping will come to fruition soon (that’s quite a mixed metaphor). A situation that would suite me and my home situation perfectly.