Vacation Time

Tomorrow we take off for Maine. YEAH!! How exciting is that? Let me tell you I am like a kid before Christmas. I have been rendered completely useless at work and keep talking about and fidgiting until the day passes. I have decided to use some of my many sick hours and leave after lunch today, I could not make it through the whole day. I have all of one faculty member here today and she has yet to give me work so once again I play my games and update my blog.

I am so ready to be in Maine and run to my mommy's arms. Yes I am a momma's girl. Then come home and find daddy and he may just cry to see us. It has been almost a year since I have seen my daddy. Mom got to come and visit in April but that was long ago too.

I learned how much of my daddy is in me last night. Mom called and she was telling me that daddy had found one of the fluffy kittens in the old heifer barn that morning and she had frozen to death, she was one of his favorites. Mom said he was quite upset when he brought her little body into the breezeway. Some how she did not get into the barn where it was warm and the temperature had been -1 the night before. That would have broke my heart too. I would probably try to warm her and bring her back to life. We are both lovers of animals. I attempted to save two robin chicks that had fallen out of a nest over our old backyard, one died and the next day when I found the second one I just took it to a vet that will care for wild animals and let them go. I could not see another one die on my time.

Back to the trip. We are taking off at 5:30 in the morning and our dear friend, Naomi is sacrificng her morning sleep to drop us off. I am not sure I will be able to sleep tonight. I have never ever been really good about sleeping the night before traveling. I just love to travel and the anticipation kills me. Now don't get me wrong I could do without the tiny plane, and want to pass out when I get on them but they are a necessary evil. Not only are we traveling but we are going to see our family. And Grandpa's dementia gets worse as the days go on, so who knows if he will even remember us next time. My cousin who comes over about once a week has to introduce himself each time as his grandson.