So many needles
Blame it on geography. Getting from “here” to “there” means taking routes that others have set out, if you are dependent on a vehicle. Living on one coast limits the possible roads you can take to wherever. Travel more than once and you may end up passing through familiar territory.
This evening, I tried in my own, befuddled way to plan a trip. Given that this trip begins tomorrow, I had to approach the project with my A game, as they say in the sporting annals. Here’s what I’ve found, so far.
The dog’s vaccinations expired about six weeks ago. We were otherwise distracted, and he said nothing. When I pulled out the passports, the health certificate was clear; no border crossing for us until some updates were done. And so the mutt and I got in the car (late in the afternoon), and I prepared to beg assistance from our vet. Maybe I’m already a known quantity, but she agreed to use her best needles and get things in order. Which she did. There and then. Even the dog seemed surprised at how quickly we moved from “could we?” to “done and on the way back home”. As a plus, the next rabies shot is three years hence.
Next on the list, choosing some plausible places to visit. I don’t know the area. I have to depend on my recall of various bumper stickers and some queries over at Google. As of right now, I have my heart set on visiting a campground in VT. The same one we visited, back in June. I’m sure I’ll recognize the facilities, and this late in the season we might even get the (exact) same spot, up the hill, to the left.
I’m not going to do any more right now. I want some visit time in QC before drawing a circle on a virtual map.
