IA/PA Trip Inst. 1
The last two months have been a variation on the theme of my normal existence. What is normal, anyway?
The end of October I gave my 60 days notice to Parkway Animal Hospital, announcing my last day as December 31, 2008. The reason: plans to attend Faith Builders E. P. winter term 2009. At the same time, I offered that if PAH did not find anyone to replace me by the time I was done at Faith Builders, I would probably be available to return and fill in. This seemed amenable to Dr H, who had plans to be in Honduras around the end of February -- if I was gone and they had no one to replace me, it would leave Dr R and whatever costly relief vet they could find.
As December 31 approached, the probability of my being needed come February appeared increasingly high. I therefore retained my apartment.
December 31 finally arrived, and after a half day of work (since it was New Year's Eve) I finished packing and preparing for an absence of almost 6 weeks. There's always this feeling that I'll forget something necessary, but all a person really needs is the clothes on their back, their ID, and some form of currency. As it turned out, I forgot nothing which I strongly regretted not having and perhaps that is why it took a while to cram all my stuff into the computer case, Burton rolling duffel, and backpack. I always try to dispel the idea that girls have to take so much more than guys when they travel. This time I felt a bit guilty, but being gone for 6 weeks requires more. And guys have the benefit of wearing the same set of pants, only changing their shirt color, and not being a bore to the observer.
I stopped at the Winston Menno New Year's Eve Party "on my way" up to my brother's duplex. I had forgotten a Christmas present for one of the church members (the church is so small that everyone pretty much gives everyone a card/present/something on Christmas), so I took it down to them and delivered a couple articles that still remained in my house from the 1.5 week stay of one of the church girls.
(Why all these details? Maybe because I'm ill and somewhat out of it. It's a good excuse, anyway.)
I arrived at my bro's place after he was abed, let myself in and crashed on the couch.
I "texted" a Happy New Year to my Uncle M that night, and it so happens that he called like 45 min after I crashed (on the couch), and I had a grand time talking for about an hour. Which all goes to say that I didn't get huge amounts of sleep, and besides I was becoming ill, and this plays a role in the events of the next day's travel.
The end of October I gave my 60 days notice to Parkway Animal Hospital, announcing my last day as December 31, 2008. The reason: plans to attend Faith Builders E. P. winter term 2009. At the same time, I offered that if PAH did not find anyone to replace me by the time I was done at Faith Builders, I would probably be available to return and fill in. This seemed amenable to Dr H, who had plans to be in Honduras around the end of February -- if I was gone and they had no one to replace me, it would leave Dr R and whatever costly relief vet they could find.
As December 31 approached, the probability of my being needed come February appeared increasingly high. I therefore retained my apartment.
December 31 finally arrived, and after a half day of work (since it was New Year's Eve) I finished packing and preparing for an absence of almost 6 weeks. There's always this feeling that I'll forget something necessary, but all a person really needs is the clothes on their back, their ID, and some form of currency. As it turned out, I forgot nothing which I strongly regretted not having and perhaps that is why it took a while to cram all my stuff into the computer case, Burton rolling duffel, and backpack. I always try to dispel the idea that girls have to take so much more than guys when they travel. This time I felt a bit guilty, but being gone for 6 weeks requires more. And guys have the benefit of wearing the same set of pants, only changing their shirt color, and not being a bore to the observer.
I stopped at the Winston Menno New Year's Eve Party "on my way" up to my brother's duplex. I had forgotten a Christmas present for one of the church members (the church is so small that everyone pretty much gives everyone a card/present/something on Christmas), so I took it down to them and delivered a couple articles that still remained in my house from the 1.5 week stay of one of the church girls.
(Why all these details? Maybe because I'm ill and somewhat out of it. It's a good excuse, anyway.)
I arrived at my bro's place after he was abed, let myself in and crashed on the couch.
I "texted" a Happy New Year to my Uncle M that night, and it so happens that he called like 45 min after I crashed (on the couch), and I had a grand time talking for about an hour. Which all goes to say that I didn't get huge amounts of sleep, and besides I was becoming ill, and this plays a role in the events of the next day's travel.
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