saint-louise's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Off we go, into the tame, almost-Canadian yonder... I�m nervous about something, even though I�m not feeling particularly anxious. I can tell this because I don�t feel like eating. At all. Even sweet things. Even sushi. Even malai kofta, medium spicy, with naan and a glass of wine. Okay, maybe the wine sounds good. See? Nervous. Or�uh, an alcoholic. I think it�s because I�m going to be traveling � leaving tomorrow morning � and I haven�t prepared at all. When I�m traveling alone, being relatively unprepared is okay. But since the offspring is going with me, I feel like I can�t forget ANYTHING. Like no matter where I�m actually going, I must be as equipped as though I were entering the Siberian Tundra, which is appallingly short on convenience stores, fast food restaurants, and video game shops. Shhh. Don�t tell Taylor. She may go into shock. What if it�s cold weather? Must remember her coat, and some sweaters. What if she gets a cold? Must not forget cold medicine. What if she falls off of a cliff into a ravine that she can�t climb out of, and is menaced by territorial wildlife? I�d better pack the rappelling gear, and some Beastie-Be-Gone. What if she gets bored? Better brush up on my Advanced Clich� for Parents. �Repeat after me: �When I was a kid, we read when we were bored.� After I�ve dealt with the traveling bit, I�ll be within sight of Ontario for a week. Last time this happened, you may recall, I The only way to get me to cease and desist is to acknowledge how So, I guess it�s genetic. My family is nothing if not tenacious in overt idiocy. At any rate, I�m off to the traverse the Land of Many Lakes via Rock City. Wish me luck. 2:47 p.m. - 2004-05-28 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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