Getaway

So, we’re getting ready for a little vacation this week. We are, as usual, overpacking.

BDH and I are sharing a suitcase, and that includes my CPAP. But let me tell you, That Baby’s gear? Takes up a WHOLE suitcase and then some. If it’s not a snowsuit and boots and toys and blankies and loveys and bottles taking up a billion space, then it’s the fact that kids this age can go through 2 and 3 outfits in a day, what with the peeing and the explosive pooping and the “oops-lookit-that-if-you-tip-a-bowl-of-yogurt-over-it-DOES-run-out-all-over-you”-ness. So you have to pack for that eventuality, too.

What we need is a suitcase that is a TARDIS.

Anyway. We are going to visit That Baby’s Public, Nova Scotia Division. It will be restful. Well, except for the schlepping of luggage and time spent in airports. Oooh, and entertaining a toddler in tight quarters on a hot airplane. AND the fact that BDH can NOT take a vacation without getting sick.

Kidding aside, though, I am really looking forward to being there. It will be nice to get away, and to visit with family. I plan to read, and knit, and sit by a fire. AND WATCH A GIANT TELEVISION.

But while we are in transit, photography may be hit and miss, what with the sherpa-ing of That Baby and her attendant bags through airports. So if you are looking for my 365 photos, you will just have to be happy for a couple of days with some pictures I took in preparation of our trip until we get where we are going and get my crap unpacked.

(But they are a TREAT.)

Also, you may remember, we have a server named Fred. Fred has a penchant for dying at the most inconvenient of times. So if you come here looking for me and you find yourself staring into a giant “oh holy hell you can’t connect to that website” error one day… well, that’s why. (Look, most times BDH has to McGyver this stuff back together to get it to work. Now, while our cat-slash-house sitter is a lovely fellow, we’re certainly not going to ask him to perform any miracles of computer resuscitation on old Fred. And goodness knows, he would not know what to do anyway. His expertise is more in the fields of house sitting, cat entertainment, and Duncan spoiling.)

So yeah, if you come here looking for me and I am not here… whoops! SNAFU.

But potential technological and photographical (yes, I made that word up) hiccups notwithstanding, I am pretty excited about our little getaway. It will be a lovely time for us to visit with family and unwind. And watching them fuss all over Stinkerbelle for a few days. She will be in her glory.

We’ll see you later in the week. Probably after a glass of wine. Or three.

(Note to self: No drunk posting. You remember what happened with the librarians.)