His month, we talk about the border to the north and see an airline with a long history. This company is also a national identity in the brands of their craft, the venerable Canadian maple leaf.

Air Canada was founded in April 1937 by the Canadian government. It was originally called the Trans-Canada Air Lines (TCA), and was seen as a subsidiary of Canadian National (CN). In September of that same year flights between Vancouver and Seattle began with a Lockheed 10A twins, by Billy Wells McGregor and Mauritius. The 122 miles from Seattle in 50 minutes. This leads to a flight speed of 146 miles per hour. Or 235 kilometers per hour in Canada or with a speed of 127 nautical miles international nautical miles per hour. Aboard the plane were two passengers (unspecified) and e-mail (e-Air transport is a popular way for many airlines at the beginning of the commissioning).

A network of domestic flights was quickly established.

I work in a very nice building in downtown Seattle. The lobby is really a work of art, in my opinion, and I enjoy walking through it every morning and afternoon. It definitely lends a very classy atmosphere to the whole building.

About my only complaint about the layout of the building is that our offices are at the opposite end of the floor from the restrooms, which means that any time we hear the call of nature, we have to take a bit of a walk to answer. I suppose this isn't entirely bad; it does give me a good way to get a bit of activity in, and keeps me from being tied to a small area for the entire day.

We've got a birthday in the office today, and this one is a big production number. The honoree has decided to order in lunch for the whole office, so we will all be stuffing our faces with food and treats at noon... and probably for the rest of the day after that as well.

Of course, in return, the rest of the office wants to do something nice for her. Which involves me having 8 balloons "hidden" under my desk. I put them there, thinking it was a fabulous plan, and that no one would ever see them.

When I walked back to my desk, I realized that they're all right there, and all you have to do is glance under my desk to see the bright yellow ones, right on top.

It's no wonder I've never planned a surprise party.

This past week, our office manager has been on vacation. Before she left, she showed me how to do a few things that she normally takes care of, and told me that I could sit at her desk this week.

It's amazing what a difference this has made in how much I can get done. My desk is normally a small shared work area in the back of the office. It's not quite cubicles, because we don't have walls between most of us--just big L-shaped desks. One of the other girls back there is always apologizing to me for taking over the end of my desk. I told her as long as I have room to eat my lunch, I don't mind.

I prod myself in silent second person singular to mount the roaring stage;
To quit our warmly cat infested bed at 3 AM and mute the peeping clock:
"C'mon", I tell myself, "It's time to earn your daily bread- so move your ass!" Our cage,
our nest (a somewhat moldy ersatz clapboard/ranch style/one bath home amid the block)
is locked in foggy blankets of nocturnal blue, of purring darkness. Middle age
has taught me to appreciate our flannel sheets, your quilt, our patch-work bourgeois schlock
of silly knick-knacks and mementos. "Alright you bum", I sigh, "Get up! Arise!!!” I engage
my robe and stealthy slippers in a round of blind-man's bluff, befuddled by a twisted, errant sock
and hounded by our hungry calico. I hobble crab-wise 'round the bed to gauge
the night-light shadows. I can hear the coffee-maker chuckle in it's plastic dock;