Pre-boarding Blog

September 19, 2008


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.


Clown Time

May 26, 2008

fire eating

…and don’t forget your prescription meds.

I was out playing ball in the front yard when John and his dog Coco joined us.

“So, are you and E.g. on clown time now?”

I usually call it “doing the headless chicken dance”, but I like John’s version better.

And yes, we’re on clown time. Someone needs to buy pyjamas. Someone else finally remembered to get traveller’s insurance. Someone remembered just in time to get her keys back from someone else so that a third party could watch the domicile.

There are still extra itineraries to print off, authorization letters to write up for petsitters, contact info sheets to photocopy, keys to hand out, kibble to buy. This morning, since we forgot to bring it with us on Saturday, I couriered Fergus’s heartworm meds to his breeder. Who’s going to carry the concert tickets? Do we have enough pencils for the puzzle books? Which guidebooks should we pack? You’re not taking that sweater, are you? I thought you were going to water the plants. Where did you put the passports? Where did I put them — I thought you had them!

Oh yeah, better get out the red noses and the twirly oversized bowties. Do you think we’ll be allowed to fly standby in our new outfits?