The trip was mostly wonderful, except when it really stunk. Let's just say that my father decided to do the whole trip clean and sober and there were two afternoons where, if I could have bought him a joint, I really might have considered it. After a lifetime of chemical assistance, he is not good at managing his emotions.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
But it was mostly wonderful. I will write more later.
It got excessively hot and I just don't do hot well. I grew up in a place where cool was the norm. I live where summer heat is often above 100 and don't want more of the same on vacation. Yesterday I woke up and asked everyone if they minded leaving a day early. Everyone was okay with it. We cleaned and packed and organized and left.
Fortuantely the caretaker works in a town near my father's, as she is today bringing down all the things we forgot in our hurried departure.
Today we have a full day in the area in which I grew up. First on the agenda is getting the dog to a groomer. We should have got him a close clip before we left. Instead he had a month's growth which left him with just over an inch of fur. That is not good when you are in the mountains surrounded by burs and other stickery things. We had to cut alot of stuff off. He looks horrible -- you know, like someone who knows nothing about cutting hair cut off chunks with a pair of kitchen shears.
I will be back later with many fun updates.
Oh, I haven't had much on-line time, and I haven't been able to make myself open Google Reader. The thought it just too overwhelming. If anyone had any major life event I should know about, please tell me.