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Day 59 – ZuZu’s road trip

22 Aug

Three or four times a year we travel to New Jersey to see Glenn’s mom. In the summer we usually go twice. We go dwpid-20140821_142012.jpgown, stay a week and bring her back with us. She stays for a few weeks, then we take her back and stay with her for another week. This year we were together all summer. Yesterday we drove back home. Usually we make the trip in eleven hours, but last Saturday our trip there was 12 hours and it was 12 hours again yesterday. Two brutal drives. It isn’t the extra time so much as the traffic jams that make it difficult.

ZuZu went with us this time. She travels so well! Glenn made a platform that sits on the center console, then he put her dog bed on the platform. She sleeps in the bed for most of the trip and rests her little head on Glenn’s arm. A few times she was actually snoring. It was so cute I had to snap a photo.

The whole time we were in New Jersey ZuZu ate less than half of one day’s food. She ate her treat every night and bummed a little bit of table food. The last night we were there I gave her an egg because I was so worried about her not eating. It was a full 24 hours after we got home and not feeding her much people food at all today before she finally ate her food. Whew! What a relief.

Day 50 – Where to next year?

13 Aug

“It’s been my experience that you can nearly always enjoy things if you make up your mind firmly that you will.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

wpid-momnme.jpgI didn’t have to make up my mind to enjoy our trip to the PEI, it was a given. Three days with my mom, time to walk and talk, exploring the Green Gables property and the Anne of Green Gables Musical was a recipe for a successful trip. We enjoyed our time, right down to the drive home. During which, I changed both of our facebook profile photos. My aunt commented on mom’s, “Nice photo, lol.” Mom says she thinks ‘lol’ means lots of love. This led to me reading ‘when parents text’ aloud. We had a good laugh.

“Life is worth living as long as there’s a laugh in it.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

I have to admit that my mom really surprised me. Most of you know that the last few years have been a bit difficult for her health wise and that she was diagnosed with fibromyalgia. When she picked me up to go, I asked her if she wanted me to drive. She didn’t, not right away anyhow. She ended up driving everywhere. Not only that, but over the course of a day and a half we walked at least 5 kilometers of trails. I was worried about her at first, but she enjoyed it just as much as I did. I hope that I have her energy and zest for life when I’m her age.

“She makes me love her and I like people who make me love them. It saves me so much trouble making myself love them.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

On our walk yesterday, mom turned to me and asked, “So where are we going to go next year?” We haven’t decided yet, but we know it won’t be a shopping trip. The only way it could come close to an equal experience as seeing our beloved Anne would be going to Stratford-Upon-Avon or to Amsterdam to see the Anne Frank house or something. If anyone has a good idea, we’d love to hear it.

“I’ve had a splendid time,” she concluded happily, “and I feel that it marks an epoch in my life. But the best of it all was the coming home.”  ― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

Day 48 – Road trip with Mama

11 Aug

wpid-20140811_162119.jpgToday mom and I travelled to Charlottetown. Getting here was half the fun. It is the longest time we’ve spent alone, just the two of us in years. There was lots to talk about. We reminisced.

After we checked into the hotel we went exploring. We decided to walk along the boardwalk, which starts just four short blocks from our hotel. We walked the entire length of the 1.2 kilometer wooden boardwalk that runs along the water. I stopped along the way to take the above panorama. The way the coastline runs, you can’t see much of the boardwalk at once because of its twists and turn. It seemed like forever to get to the end, but when we turned around and walked back we both commented that it seemed so much shorter. It was the perfect, breezy late summer day to stroll along the water. We passed lots of other tourists and a few runners along the way.

Before supper we walked around the down town area for a bit and went in a few stores and looked at a few menus. After getting recommendations from three separate sources, we decided to dine at The Merchantman on Queen Street. What a neat spot with great atmosphere. It was a good place for a quiet dinner and conversation. I’d definitely return (and order something other than what I had.) After supper we walked back to our hotel, stopping at Cows for a small cone of ice cream along the way.

As I read back over my account of the day, I’m struck by how utterly ordinary it seems for a day spent travelling. What you cannot know by reading this is how this day will be engraved in my memory for a very long time. This trip is allowing me to realize something. Although we don’t have to get away from home to spend time together, getting away from everyone else and the comforts of home forces us to spend more quality time together. It’s one-on-one time that we rarely get in such quantity. I have so much to be grateful about, and I am.

 

Day 47 – Late night ferry ride

10 Aug

wpid-20140809_143430.jpgGetting to Belleisle Bay yesterday meant we had to take two different car ferries. Neither Sadie nor Seldon enjoy ferries, but they did okay. I was the only one to get out of the car. On the way there, once we got off the Evandale ferry, `the drive through the countryside was just beautiful; on the way back it was a bit scary. The road was narrow, winding, bumpy and there were no lines and no lights. However, the ferry ride back in dark was nice. It was neat to watch our GPS system show our car crossing the water at the rate of 13 km/hr.

When you have three seniors, two middle-aged parents and a 15 year-old in a car for a road trip, there’s always an interesting story to tell. Here’s a fairly accurate account of our Evandale ferry crossing last night at 10:30PM.

“We just missed it,” I commented as the ferry pulled away. Everyone was tired, sitting in the dark car wearing our blue and red glow necklaces, remnants of the party we had just left.

Dad asked from the backseat, “Did you pull up too far? I’m not sure they’ll get around you.”

“I think I’m fine,” Glenn said loud enough for me, but not Dad, to hear.

Then we noticed a group of people waiting to walk on the ferry. “I didn’t know you could walk on the Evandale ferry.” I said to anyone in the car who is listening. “Look, that guy has a Tim Horton’s cup. I wonder where there’s a Tim Hortons in the middle of nowhere.”

“Where would they be coming from?” someone asked from the back seat.

“Who knows? It’s just a bunch of kids having a good time.” I said as I noticed that everyone was holding a drink and they all seemed to be leaning on one another for support. It’s clear that they were feeling no pain.

“They aren’t kids,” Glenn said, “That guy in the red hoodie has grey hair.”

We were the only car waiting to get on the ferry, six of us in the car. There were at least six people waiting to walk on.

Before long, the ferry was back. “Don’t go yet, wait for the signal,” I reminded Glenn as I felt his ‘I’ve got this covered’ look across the darkness of the front seat. Poor Glenn had to contend with unfamiliar dark country roads and five too familiar backseat drivers.

We pulled all the way up to the front of the ferry and it started to cross the river almost before we got the vehicle in park. The group who had walked on the ferry met up with three more women who were curiously already on the ferry. Why they were just riding the ferry? I wondered aloud, “Is that a thing? Do people just ride the Evandale ferry for fun?” 

We were almost to the other side when Glenn suggested, “We should give them our glow necklaces.”

“That’s a great idea,” I said as I started to collect them.

“Hurry up,” Glenn said, “the ferry is going to dock soon.”

I rolled the window down and held them out. “You look like you need these more than we do.” I shouted out the window, interrupting their rowdy celebration.

Everyone in the group turned to look at the car and it took them a minute to catch on to what I was saying. “Are you sure?” the youngest female of the group asked as she walked over to take them.

“Yes! We’re just going home to bed.” I assured her as she took them from me.

“Thank-you!” she yelled over her shoulder as she walked back and started handing them out to the others.

“Thank-you!” several people in the group repeated as I rolled up the window. As Glenn started the car, we returned several waves and thumbs up.

They were thrilled to get our glow stick necklaces and we had fun seeing how much fun they were having.

We had a fantastic day and it was fun to end it on such a high note.

Day 10 – 4th of July Road Trip!

4 Jul

Summer is meant for road trips! Today we’re going to see good friends that I haven’t seen in almost a year. While yesterday I was happy to watch the storm, today I’m hoping it stops raining so we can enjoy a BBQ, a bonfire and some genuine backyard celebrations. It’s looking good because Glenn just interrupted me and said, “Look!” while pointing at the sky clearing up ahead. Fortunately, we’re driving west and leaving hurricane Arthur behind us.wpid-20140704_140546.jpg

Do you want to know what I love the most about road trips? Don’t answer that because it doesn’t matter. I’m going to tell you anyway. I love being a passenger, and generally that works out well for me. I love to relax, read, write, play games on my phone, snack, and nap. Sounds like the perfect day to me! But the thing I love the most about road trips is being trapped in the car together. Honestly! It’s during really long road trips when we have our best conversations, you know the big ones. We talk about our future, what we want out of the next 5-15 years, we talk about our finances, we talk about our kids and our hopes for them, we talk about life. Being in the car for hours and hours lets us have time to talk about the things we put off talking about in our day-to-day life. It’s not that we don’t want to have these conversations about life; it’s that we always seem so preoccupied with living our life.

Today, I’m doing one of the things I love to do best. I’m spending the day with my love, driving to see our friends, listening to the music, writing my blog and he doesn’t know it yet, but we’re about to begin our dialogue! Happy 4th of July to my American friends and family.

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