Onwards and Upwards...

Well, Northwards, anyways.
 
Yep, that's right, folks... I am currently preparing for my "out of country" experience.  Canada, or "Canuckistan" as my darling Franz so lovingly calls it, is in my sights.  Over the horizon.  On my radar.  Whatever. 
 
I'll be there on Wednesday.

Buddy will be going to have his temperament tested tomorrow at the place that I hope will take him as a boarder for the next week or so.  If she doesn't accept him, I don't know what I will do.  The place I was originally going to take him was a dump upon "closer than internet" inspection.  In short, it stunk.  Pretty much literally.  I have much higher hopes for the place I will be taking him tomorrow.

Ah, life with a doggie.  Right now he just brought a mouthful of food into the computer room from the kitchen to make sure that I know he is eating.  He came in and crunched really loudly... looking at me all the while.  God, I love the furball.  He has a way of soothing me that I just can't describe.

We just finished up a nice walk, which - to my amazement- I actually managed to get to at a time when the park sprinklers were NOT actually on, or in a state of being ready to come on.  I can't tell you how many times we have been surprised by the hiss and spray of the damn things.  Well, that's not quite true, I can tell you... three for me, and at least one or two for Franz.  It's funny how you can be surprised by something you have been surprised by before.
 
I have been reading another Al Franken book today.  It's called "Rush Limbaugh Is A Big, Fat Idiot."  It's pretty funny.... as one might imagine from the title.  I read it the whole time I was eating tonight.  I don't even mind when I laugh out loud in public when I am alone anymore.  You know, I figure anyone who thinks I might be crazy should have the intelligence to see I am reading a funny book.  And anyone who doesn't have that much intelligence isn't worth worrying about, anyway.  God, it's great being 30.  You just basically don't give as much of a damn about what people think as you did when you were say, oh, about 21 or so.
 
Did I mention the "Street of Dreams" will be happening when I get back from Canada?  I CAN'T WAIT!!!!  I love going and touring around insanely expensive homes.  Alternately coveting and deriding the excess.  It's an exercise in balancing American capitalism and sane humanity to go to this thing.  Does anyone really need 17 TV's in their home?  No, of course not.... but is it neat to see where all the designers find places to put them?  Absolutely!

The moon is about 3/4 tonight.  It is high in the sky and beautiful as always.  Of course, the downtown lights are brighter.  But certainly not more awe-inspiring.  Today was a welcome relief from the heat of the two days preceding it.  We had two whole days at 100+ degrees.  It was awful... draining and tiring on a scale I haven't had words for since I left Florida.  But tonight I am back to being able to open my windows at night and feel a cool breeze rush through my home... at once invigorating and soothing with its susuration. 
 
Why is it I can only remember words like that when I have had a Cosmo or two?  There is a writer in here somewhere... honest, I just saw her a minute ago.
 
Hopefully she will show up for the trip to Canada so I can do it justice.
 
Love to you all,
 
Sherry