Howdy. As you know I'm off to the wild and woolly west on Wednesday. At this moment I am studiously avoiding the agony of packing. In my heart of hearts I know I will have no need to pack the cute cute cute pink slacks or that adorable aqua linen dress, but I love them. Instead what I should pack are T-Shirts and jeans as that is what I live in at home and I'm going to be in New Mexico for three weeks so it will become home for all practical purposes. Still it seems just wrong to leave the cute things at my domicile. This is a problem I face each time I drag the suitcase out. That and the accusing stares of the dawgs.
happy moment I shall be in residence in a travel trailer
which will be parked conveniently outside the children's current residence. I shall remind all of you of my sacrifices the next time any of you dare to reprimand me for any execrable behaviour you may condemn me for... (dangling preps be damned)
I had the opportunity to meet with many of you couple weeks ago at Twin Rivers. May I say that with the exception of Linda, it was just wonderful to see so many of you? Not Grant tho', and you know why smart ass. I miss most of you and wish we could get together more often. Linda, you will be off the hit list after you invite me down for chocolate chip cookies and a swim. Sue, you are the apple of my eye.
Good riding and high times for all of you riding at Rolex this coming week. I wish I could be there to root you on. Instead I'll be in a travel trailer in Carlsbad, New Mexico dreaming of air conditioning and being a supportive and loving mother. This last is to insure that the old daughter be properly grateful for my extreme sacrifice and make every effort to 1. have the baby at a reasonable hour that doe not interfere with my sleep patterns, 2. will have the belongings they plan to move to the new house packed up and ready to go and 3. have double checked that my bed in the new house is made up with fresh sheets et. al. I don't think that's too much to ask.
What to do about my beloved? Good question. I think he will miss me desperately and be in a funk and will clean the house obsessively. Poor little thang. I'll leave him a vat of lettuce so he can nibble morosely on the greenery till I return. I have asked him to come the wild and woolly west the last week of my visit. I hope he will, but I'm not optimistic. Still, I hope. hint hint.
And the babies? Should they notice my absence, and that is doubtful, they will be pleased when I return because they will then play on my guilt and be the happy recipients of many treats and be assured I will overlook any egregious behaviour on their collective parts. I am darkly amused that in my absence they will have to spend a day at the vets for their comprehensive treatments in preparation for the long awaited day when they will have their dentals done. Little tykes.
The young daughter and her daughter will be making the voyage to New Mexico after the new baby arrives. That will be a lot of estrogen. I'm looking forward to it. I imagine that since the sister is coming, the new house will be available for residence by the time they arrive. Naturally. This will be in no small part thanks to me for being an absolute freak about boxes and putting things in places that they belong. I say this with an absolute straight face while the state of my office, where I currently sit, is in shambles. I've had to do some kind of awkward dance, cum, fancy footwork to get to the desk chair in front of the dinosaur I call a computer. But this is the sacrifice I make for all y'all. You're welcome.
Alas, our time together has come to an end. If I have a spare moment I will update you as to the status of the newborn, the condition of the