Adept at concealing my excitement
Knowing that the departure time is flexible keeps me grounded. And by grounded, I mean nonchalant. I’ll get my preps done; no, really, I will. Stress won’t solve anything. In fact, I’m so adept at concealing my excitement that the dog still hasn’t clued in to the impending. Soon, when my shoes are tied and his leash is in my grasp, he can start his gambols.
Actually, with my trip into the “shopping zone” this afternoon, I managed to cross lots off my list. Extra meds? Check. Extra dog meds? Check. Gas for the grass? Check. Wonderfully, everything on that list is necessary. Stay or go. And working through the possible variations was cathartic. Do I need a complete, portable radio station, just in case I get bored? Probably not. I can wait until I have new gear, with fewer workarounds required.
This evening, the house checker stopped by, complete with a puppy. Our dog was confused by all the action in his bailiwick. Should he protect his food, or join in the leaps and bounds. Even the barking required processing. As for the puppy, he was just happy to be young and carefree in a new house, with food and a dog that might play. In the end, the pair separated, and life went on.
In BC, the government wants to investigate the reason for high gasoline prices. Might I cut the corner on this one, and mention the greed of the government. Yes, the petroleum industry requires money for gas, but the various levels of legislation require money for that money. As in, the icing on the proverbial cake, which tends to be thicker than the original pastry
