Coming Home
Today began at 4am.
Shell's alarm went off, she snapped on the light in the bedroom and somehow managed to wake me and get everything together in a flash. I packed the car, we grabbed the baby and away we went to the airport.
The ride to Baltimore was quick but Gracie was miserable. She eventually fell asleep just as we arrived and she and Shell crashed on the terminal seats while I hunted down some fruit smoothies.
The hour layover seemed even longer than the 5 hour stop coming down.
The flight to Buffalo was bumpy. The weather in New York horrifying.
We found our car in the long term parking, covered in snow.
"Does any of this look familiar?", said the shuttle driver as we searched for the car.
"No", said Shell. "When we left everything wasn't white!".
It took me 15 minutes to pack the trunk and clear the snow from the car. I didn't have my winter coat so I completely froze and was covered in ice when I got back in the car.
I got lost on Rt 33. Because while I've driven the route through Buffalo to the Peace Bridge a million times, I've only done it once from the airport and I was in the throes of newlyweddom.
Finally we made it across the border.
Oh, how lovely the Tim Horton's signs look. The crown on the QEW signs. The kilometer markers. I think I'm almost assimilated.
We drove through Hamilton (shout out to Kim!) and went to Waterloo to pick up Dixie from Shell's parents' house. Dixie was excited to see me when I walked in the door. I made Shell stay in the car because I knew if I let her go in to get Dixie the two of them would plop on the floor, tears aflying, and I'd never get them back in the car. Shelley and Dixie are soul mates...I know where I stand in the pecking order.
Gracie pointed at Dixie when she hopped in the car. Off we drove back to our little town to rescue the last of the family.
Willow's kennel was just around the corner from our house, so we were almost home when Shell ran inside to get her from the pet spa. We all waited patiently for our little baby puppy. Out she bounded, nearly pulling Shell down in the snow bank. I've never seen Dixie so happy to see Willow. They actually kissed when Willow got in her spot in the backseat.
Around the corner we drove. Into the house we stumbled. Into bed we collapsed.
Gracie went down at 5 and she never got up. We just decided to let her sleep...she's so tired.
I crashed and awoke feeling like death on a soda cracker.
Shell fell asleep in the couch (hence Gracie not getting up from her nap).
I downloaded my pictures...found some good ones (couldn't tell how good they were on my parents computer monitor...blech).
Watched some hockey. Hacking up a lung again. Not ready for class tomorrow.
But dammit...we're home.
Thanks to everyone who saw us through.
Shell's alarm went off, she snapped on the light in the bedroom and somehow managed to wake me and get everything together in a flash. I packed the car, we grabbed the baby and away we went to the airport.
The ride to Baltimore was quick but Gracie was miserable. She eventually fell asleep just as we arrived and she and Shell crashed on the terminal seats while I hunted down some fruit smoothies.
The hour layover seemed even longer than the 5 hour stop coming down.
The flight to Buffalo was bumpy. The weather in New York horrifying.
We found our car in the long term parking, covered in snow.
"Does any of this look familiar?", said the shuttle driver as we searched for the car.
"No", said Shell. "When we left everything wasn't white!".
It took me 15 minutes to pack the trunk and clear the snow from the car. I didn't have my winter coat so I completely froze and was covered in ice when I got back in the car.
I got lost on Rt 33. Because while I've driven the route through Buffalo to the Peace Bridge a million times, I've only done it once from the airport and I was in the throes of newlyweddom.
Finally we made it across the border.
Oh, how lovely the Tim Horton's signs look. The crown on the QEW signs. The kilometer markers. I think I'm almost assimilated.
We drove through Hamilton (shout out to Kim!) and went to Waterloo to pick up Dixie from Shell's parents' house. Dixie was excited to see me when I walked in the door. I made Shell stay in the car because I knew if I let her go in to get Dixie the two of them would plop on the floor, tears aflying, and I'd never get them back in the car. Shelley and Dixie are soul mates...I know where I stand in the pecking order.
Gracie pointed at Dixie when she hopped in the car. Off we drove back to our little town to rescue the last of the family.
Willow's kennel was just around the corner from our house, so we were almost home when Shell ran inside to get her from the pet spa. We all waited patiently for our little baby puppy. Out she bounded, nearly pulling Shell down in the snow bank. I've never seen Dixie so happy to see Willow. They actually kissed when Willow got in her spot in the backseat.
Around the corner we drove. Into the house we stumbled. Into bed we collapsed.
Gracie went down at 5 and she never got up. We just decided to let her sleep...she's so tired.
I crashed and awoke feeling like death on a soda cracker.
Shell fell asleep in the couch (hence Gracie not getting up from her nap).
I downloaded my pictures...found some good ones (couldn't tell how good they were on my parents computer monitor...blech).
Watched some hockey. Hacking up a lung again. Not ready for class tomorrow.
But dammit...we're home.
Thanks to everyone who saw us through.
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4 Comments:
Is "death on a soda cracker" Canadian for "death warmed over?"
Glad you're home.
Home is the most wonderful sight. After a trip like ours back in December and I'm sure like yours, it's where you can really let out a full sigh of relief when you step in.
Hopefully your sigh didn't involve too much coughing afterwards.
Did you keep your windows rolled up when you drove through Hamilton? ;-)
All of that and you have class tomorrow?
Oh man, bless your wore out heart.
This would so badly upset my equilibrium...for a week. I must have my veg time, damn I am old.
xx, Lori
Zilla- no death on a soda cracker is something I heard somewhere...I'm not sure what a good Canadian expression would be...
Kim- yes, of course we kept the windows up...although considering it was blowing snow and freezing helped, but even if it was 300 degrees we'd be having the windows up through Hamilton :p
Lori- I wound up skipping class...too tired and blah to drive into town...still feeling crappy...need sleep...uninterrupted sleep.
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