It is Monday, April 28th, 2025. I have flown the teal airplane and found the transition difficult. I continue to spend most waking moments reviewing procedures and policies that for some reason remain foreign. Tonight I depart for Calgary to begin a four day training pairing, set to finish with a line check and a release from training I haven’t wanted this bad since the days of the brushwing. Same airplane, different routes, great people, new procedures. One of my recent trainers joked about old dogs and new tricks. I reminded him that a more accurate description would be old dog, old tricks. More on that in a paid post…
Declan became a two-year old on April 24th. We had a great turn out for the party on the 26th, neither of which of I would have been able to attend had I not been assessed as requiring further consolidation. Silver linings and all that.
We had such a great turnout and I was reminded that not all bad things end with bad results. Lucky for me, our little family kicks some serious fucking ass.

All for now. Training awaits. Get out there and VOTE CANADA!