I'm sitting at Kinsey, my laptop, on the couch, in the company of one sleeping mother, a sleeping border, and a sleeping cat. What are we watching? Well, we were watching the Olympics on CBC, but the feed went. I don't know quite how it happened, but we're - well, just me - watching CSI: Miami, one of the worst television shows known to American TV. I'd get up and get the remote, but I'd hate to wake up the oldies. Anyway, it turns out, based on the truth according to CSI:M, which, as we all know is based on solid proof, reality, and apparently Intelligent Design, most bloggers like to hide messages in their blogs. In honour of this new factoid, I am going to hide text in this message. Are you excited? I'm excited.
I like cats.
Don't know how to read it? Highlight the text. Well, now it MUST be true !
John Fluevog makes fantastic shoes.
There are four days left before I climb into the airport shuttle limosine and leave Peterborough for... well, not forEVER, but for a long time. There is a fair bit of stuff left for me to pack, but I have confidence that it won't take too long. I know where the majority of my electronics are and I have the boxes and bubble wrap to put them away safely for shipping. I have clean laundry to be packed, and then it comes down to my carry-on goodies. Tomorrow I am driving (or taking the bus, depending on the weather) into Toronto one last time in order to enjoy lunch with Rick. This will be the last time I see him for a long time and despite the fact that we broke up in September, it still feels a bit weird that he - and all of my friends, really - will cease to be a tactile part of my life. In a similar vein, I'm carrying Chester around like a baby and he seems to be quite happy to let me do so. I don't think he has put the boxes and suitcases together yet, I'm not following a typical pattern in packing. He will sorely miss me when I go, though; we're good buddies. I will miss him, too. I can only console myself so much with the thought of getting a kitten when I'm settled up there.
Hey, that was a long paragraph, wasn't it?
And my mother? God, I'm going to miss her so much. She is my best friend, my confidante, my biggest fan and firmest supporter. She is my peanut gallery and cheerleader, minus pompoms and kilt. I almost miss her already. Heh. We've been through so much together, and it's very scary knowing that I'm going out on my own. Really on my own. This isn't an hour-and-a-half drive out of Toronto on my own. This isn't even an hour-and-a-half flight on my own. This is two plane rides and 5528km from Toronto. I try not to think about what leaving her will mean to us. Well, that said, I am utterly secure in her love and in the skills she's given me in 28 solid years of parenting. I couldn't ask for a more supportive mother. And as all my friends like to remind me, cool, to boot.
Okay, show's over.