I give up

I was quite confident that Jasmina and Sébastien were arriving in Winnipeg this Saturday. Perhaps I should have consulted a crystal ball to see that for a fourth time, the date would be changed. Or maybe I should have known that Murphy’s law is particularly strong when it comes to writing predictions on a blog. So I’m not going to tell you when Jasmina and Sébastien are thinking of rescheduling the flight. You’ll have to guess on your own. And I’ll tell you if you’re right once they come. And I’ll take photo evidence of them in the Winnipeg airport.

We only found out last night, coming home in the car from an evening of errands, my husband noticed David riding his bike. Jasmina and Sébastien are at the hospital, after an unexpected bleed. Color me disappointed, like a blush it was hard to hide. After a week of busy evenings, I was planning to call Jasmina tonight to wish her a safe trip, after all, she’d spent the beginning of the week packing medical supplies to last a lengthy stay.  “Jasmina’s over it” David said. I suppose you develop an immunity after awhile. Our answers are sounding a little repetitive… “With Sébastien you have to expect the unexpected.” Or, “Good thing they’re dealing with it over there.” And then something we don’t say aloud… “We’re still hopeful he comes soon!”