"I'm leaving on a jet plane, don't know when I'll be back again, Oh baby, I hate to go." That's from Peter, Paul and Mary many years ago. I'm off this morning for Vancouver. A buddy is meeting me and then we're off to the mountains. I'll check in from time to time providing I can find an internet cafe. I'm not traveling with a laptop this trip, so I'm more limited for posting and pictures. I doubt anyone will go into withdrawal because of the lack of posts.
The contractor will tear out the old kitchen while I'm away and install the new cabinets, appliances, floor, etc., upon my return after July 11. The countertops will go in as soon as the contractor finishes his part. With luck and no surprises, I should have a kitchen by July 23.
I think everything has gone rather smoothly. My back hurt for the past month from stress and tension, but I didn't lose it and get into any conflicts and there were a few temptations. I stayed in forward motion and didn't have any attacks of ennui. I still haven't touched my grief over Beauregard's death. I've put it in one of the little neat boxes in my mind somewhere and I'll come across it one day when I'm least expecting it, and it'll find a way to express itself. I miss him more today than I did three weeks ago. Until then, it'll just have to take a number, and I promise to call on it just like I've called on all the other numbers.
Hi dee ho! I'm off to the rodeo!