Sue went to Florida today. She left me a list as long as my arm with instructions on how to feed the dogs. Lisle gets two thirds of the homemade food. Pete gets three fifths of what’s left of that and Mac gets the rest. Then they also get a can of commercially produced food. Lisle gets nine sixteenths of that, Pete gets two thirds of what’s left and Mac gets the remainder. Lisle gets the most because she’s a St. Bernard and bigger than the others. Mac gets the least because he’s loosing his figure. Make sure their water bucket has fresh water every day. The birds get water every morning, and stir their food to get the cracked hulls off the top of their bowl. Birds will starve to death because they eat the top layer of seeds and leave the cracked hulls. Then they think they don’t have any more food because they’re not smart enough to dig thru and find more good seeds. They also get some grass and parsley. Me? I get half a can of beans in the morning, a saucer of milk at noon, and a pork chop at night.
I took her up to the Skyline bus terminal where she will take the 30-minute ride to the airport. She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. I told her she should take a jacket or something to cuddle up with for the 3-hour ride. She took her flannel shirt. She didn’t think she needed that since it’s going to be 75 degrees here in Denver and at least that warm in Florida.
The parking lot at the Park N Ride has a place called Park N Kiss where you can park free for 10 minutes and kiss. We kissed. Not for long, though because the bus came right away, the bus driver tossed Sue’s suitcase into the luggage compartment and she paid her fare, found a seat and sat down. Then she took her camera out and took some pictures of me standing outside looking at her. Then the bus pulled away. I watched it go down the street, then got in my car and came home.
I have the empty nest syndrome. There will be no one here to say, “Where’s my keys?” or “What’s for dinner?” or “Will you please get up on the roof and get the leaves out of the gutter?” or “Let’s go to bed and read.”
She’ll be back on Tuesday. Thank God!
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Prep Work - Sue
I like to pack early, so I'm not in a rush at the last minute and forget something. That reminds me, I need to remember my toothbrush. It's always the things you use right up until the last minute that you are most likely to forget, like Christmas ornaments. (Joke).
I attached my ID labels to my carry on and hand bag. I tried on different pairs of shorts and decided which to pack. I want to make sure to wear something that doesn't make my butt look big. I'm taking the 200 mm lens and flash, though I may not use them. The carry on can't weigh more than 35 pounds. I weighed myself, then picked up the bag, and so far, it's only me plus 20 pounds, even with the 200 mm, which is quite heavy. I packed my plastic jar for getting some white sand. I downloaded five MP3 albums of piano and trumpet jazz to listen to on the plane, and I made sure I have enough reading material on my kindle.
I bought canned dog food so that Phyllis doesn't have to make rice and eggs for the dogs, to add to their frozen food that I make. Today, I'm going to get a haircut. Also later, when it's within 24 hours before my flight, I am going to print my boarding pass. Flying procedures have changed quite a bit since back in the day, when you needed a real ticket. Now, according to Daughter, you just need an ID. I hope to God she's right, or I'll be spending my vacation in stupid Denver, Colorado, where there aren't any glass bottom boats.
Little Brother and I are going to visit Older Brother, who doesn't know I'm coming. Older Brother is a retired state trooper, and frowns on drug use, so I think I'll leave my "medicinal" marijuana at home. I may get boat sick, but I can deal with that. It's the no smoking three and a half hour flight that could cause withdrawals, so I will bring my nicotine gum. If that doesn't work, I'll just take out the first person who greets me cordially. Someone has to pay for my discomfort, and Phyllis isn't going to be there.
I think I might see if Little Brother will go on a deep sea fishing excursion, and I will try to hook a sailfish. I can have it stuffed and shipped home, and surprise Phyllis with a new living room wall piece. It will be a memorable souvenir and an ice-breaker at our cocktail parties. It will be a "conversation piece," and I will regale our guests with the story of how it took me seven hours to reel it in. Maybe, instead, I'll catch a swordfish, and tell of how I got impaled and (obviously) lived to tell about it.
All in all, I'm sure it will be a great trip, and I hope I remember to bring a daily change of underwear. Little Brother has a washer and dryer, but I may be too tired to do laundry after all of that fishing. Also, if I see any water moccasins, I may need to change my underwear a lot.
I attached my ID labels to my carry on and hand bag. I tried on different pairs of shorts and decided which to pack. I want to make sure to wear something that doesn't make my butt look big. I'm taking the 200 mm lens and flash, though I may not use them. The carry on can't weigh more than 35 pounds. I weighed myself, then picked up the bag, and so far, it's only me plus 20 pounds, even with the 200 mm, which is quite heavy. I packed my plastic jar for getting some white sand. I downloaded five MP3 albums of piano and trumpet jazz to listen to on the plane, and I made sure I have enough reading material on my kindle.
I bought canned dog food so that Phyllis doesn't have to make rice and eggs for the dogs, to add to their frozen food that I make. Today, I'm going to get a haircut. Also later, when it's within 24 hours before my flight, I am going to print my boarding pass. Flying procedures have changed quite a bit since back in the day, when you needed a real ticket. Now, according to Daughter, you just need an ID. I hope to God she's right, or I'll be spending my vacation in stupid Denver, Colorado, where there aren't any glass bottom boats.
Little Brother and I are going to visit Older Brother, who doesn't know I'm coming. Older Brother is a retired state trooper, and frowns on drug use, so I think I'll leave my "medicinal" marijuana at home. I may get boat sick, but I can deal with that. It's the no smoking three and a half hour flight that could cause withdrawals, so I will bring my nicotine gum. If that doesn't work, I'll just take out the first person who greets me cordially. Someone has to pay for my discomfort, and Phyllis isn't going to be there.
I think I might see if Little Brother will go on a deep sea fishing excursion, and I will try to hook a sailfish. I can have it stuffed and shipped home, and surprise Phyllis with a new living room wall piece. It will be a memorable souvenir and an ice-breaker at our cocktail parties. It will be a "conversation piece," and I will regale our guests with the story of how it took me seven hours to reel it in. Maybe, instead, I'll catch a swordfish, and tell of how I got impaled and (obviously) lived to tell about it.
All in all, I'm sure it will be a great trip, and I hope I remember to bring a daily change of underwear. Little Brother has a washer and dryer, but I may be too tired to do laundry after all of that fishing. Also, if I see any water moccasins, I may need to change my underwear a lot.
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