It’s almost time. A little more packing in the morning; the cleaners come in the afternoon; Thursday I load up the U-Haul.
Then it’s off to Ottawa, Ontario, Canada - my Grand Adventure.
I’ve got some trepidation, some worrying if I’m doing the right thing, but dadgumit!, I’m excited and happy and looking forward to the challenge. I’m looking forward to learning a new language, getting involved in new politics, and - believe it or not - looking forward to frantically searching for a job. When I’m in a home drooling on my shirt in 30 years, I won’t have to wonder “what if”. I’ll know.
I’m thrilled, delighted, fervid, stoked, enthusiastic, and psyched! Look out, Canada, here comes Frank!
Well if you make it to Loveland Pass in under less than half an hour, expect heavy precipitation. And if you keep driving at 120 through the rain, you will wake up staring at a Colorado State Policeman Trooper Cat.
I’ll be OK with words, I think, as long as they were extant in the 70’s. (And I was then, I think, the only person in the civlized universe who would use “y’all” and “eh” in the same sentence.) Otherwise, I’ll just have to pick them up. It’s the spelling that’s going to kick my ass. I recently spelled checking both ways in an inquiry about opening a chequing account.
When I’m in a home drooling on my shirt in 30 years, I won’t have to wonder “what if”. I’ll know.
