This birthday card from the horses Manitou and Nero aptly summarizes my current day-to-day.
Okay, as I begin to write this, it is 09 30. E.g. has gone to work for an hour to finish something important, the dogs are enjoying a chew toy together, and my hair is drying from a delicious farmyard-dissolving shower. And I have two and-a-half hours to do the following:
– wash the dishes
– pack for five days of foggy East Coast weather
– drop Cai and Fergus, their food, dishes, a few toys, and Fergus’s crate, off with Julie the Foxhound’s daddies
– drop keys off to another neighbour, so he can check in on Cuca
– return a DVD to the rental store
– get my birdsong CD out to learn who was calling “Tuck-TOE!” at 06 00 from the birch woods by the swamp near Shelley’s place the other day
– write this blog
– get out the door to catch public transit to the airport.
Actually, the list isn’t as formidable as I first thought. I’ve already charged the cell phones, taken out the dogs for their first potty break and fed them breakfast; for their second break, I’ll walk them over to the video store.
And where are Turtle and E.g. going this time? To “foggy Saint John”, that’s where!
Saint John is a port city in the province of New Brunswick. E.g.’s parents live there, in the house E.g. and her siblings grew up in. If you’d like to see a picture of it, click here. We’ll be staying with E.g.’s parents, bopping around the town, going to a gay-friendly church on Sunday, and visiting with Gilda, who was at our place a few weeks ago. And hopefully we’ll be taking lots of photos. Expect a travelogue over the next few days.
And I miss your blogs, and really really hope to find a bit of time to stay in touch!
Now I have one hour and forty-five minutes.