My renewed passport arrived yesterday. Why do they send the old one back? As I sent it off I thought about the freedom of getting rid of that younger, thinner, not bad looking even if the glasses were a bit too BIG, official photo of self. And there is was in the envelope having made its way to the States and back again with a tidy row of holes punched in the side. There I am mocking the the 70 lbs of excess self so evident in the new photo. Oh well at least this way the customs guy will not think I've stolen someone else's passport when I front up to the counter.
Talking about customs I really never plan to go through Vancouver ever again. The airport itself was probably not so bad but talk about unfriendly. I could rave on for some time about the nasty experience - no I had not visited Canada, I was in transit. The length of my visit was two long painful hours! Now that I have a Canadian niece-in-law I have to be polite and stop griping about the officious officials of our cousin state.
The economic crash of the US is a little daunting but I am not going back for the mythical riches of the American dream - just a little family. I have a fantasy of visiting my girls in Ohio.
A lot of changes started in my way of looking at life with these two little dogs. They had been picked up as tiny puppies wandering the street and nursed to health by the Young Williams Animal Center. Finally when I decided to come back to Australia I had to choose between stuffing them on an aeroplane in the cargo hold and then leaving them in quarantine for half of forever. Spice would never have lasted and Honey would have gone crazy with anxiety or leave them behind. So I gave them to a wonderful lady in Ohio. The last I heard they were loving each other like always and as curious as they should be.
Talking about customs I really never plan to go through Vancouver ever again. The airport itself was probably not so bad but talk about unfriendly. I could rave on for some time about the nasty experience - no I had not visited Canada, I was in transit. The length of my visit was two long painful hours! Now that I have a Canadian niece-in-law I have to be polite and stop griping about the officious officials of our cousin state.
The economic crash of the US is a little daunting but I am not going back for the mythical riches of the American dream - just a little family. I have a fantasy of visiting my girls in Ohio.
A lot of changes started in my way of looking at life with these two little dogs. They had been picked up as tiny puppies wandering the street and nursed to health by the Young Williams Animal Center. Finally when I decided to come back to Australia I had to choose between stuffing them on an aeroplane in the cargo hold and then leaving them in quarantine for half of forever. Spice would never have lasted and Honey would have gone crazy with anxiety or leave them behind. So I gave them to a wonderful lady in Ohio. The last I heard they were loving each other like always and as curious as they should be.
There have been too many victims along the way, maybe that's why I seem to hit the wall when I see bullies having their way during the day.
Preparations continue. A friend helped me divest myself of a closet of ugly clothes - ugly because they did not fit or suit me and that solved the excess baggage problem. Now I have to find someone who would like to buy a washing machine!
May the world snooze and do no harm.
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Eilleen will call you on the weekend about the washing machine and other items!
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