My task today is to deal with the 30-some things that need to get done before I leave the country, like ... finishing contract work that was due two weeks ago, marking approximately 25 assignments, and submitting grades to SFU.
Sometime today I also need to pack. When Mom arrived home from Mexico last night and realized that I hadn't packed she silently projected motherly disappointment at me. I pointed out that I had managed to do laundry and tidy the house, which reduced her disappointment ever so slightly.
The kittens know that something is up and are roaming around the house meowing loudly. Grey Cat won't let me out of his sight and can't get enough petty-petties. Calico just wants to help with the cleaning and packing. They've adapted well to being house cats, but I wonder if they'll play nice with the cat-sitter's cats. I suspect there will be some hissing, scrapping, and perhaps a $400 vet bill. If they can't play nice with the other cats the cat-sitter will have to move them back to our house and stay here.
I wonder if we'll have a chance to visit Dad at the Veteran's Cemetary before we go. Mom went there after that big storm a few weeks ago and he was covered in about two feet of fallen branches. And a golf ball. At least there were no squirrels chirruping at him. I swear, the squirrels love harassing him. I think it's karmic retribution for offing so many furry creatures with his .22 over the years.
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