Departure

It kind of dawned on Cathy this evening that she's leaving tomorrow and won't be back until late August. She's been busy packing for all weather conditions - Ottawa, Rankin Inlet (she's spending 10 days there on a course) and Newfoundland. Plus there's all the sealift prep that's happening. So she looked at Boo this evening and it dawned on her that she's not going to see him again after tomorrow until nearly the end of August. She promptly picked him up, squeezed him and start making all kinds of noises about how much she was going to miss him.

I piped in.

"You know, it's going to be the better part of seven weeks until you see me again as well.

"Yeah, but I've got five more days with you. Besides, you're used to me taking off for the summer."

Which is true and all, but still. And besides, knowing Boo he's going to forget all about us 15 minutes after we leave to go to Ottawa. I love the dog, but it's not like he's fanatically loyal to one set of humans. Feed him some puppy crack and play with him for a bit, and he's all yours.

But yeah, along with the sealift we're also preparing for our annual summer apart. Since we've been married, which will be five years at the end of next month, we've spent our anniversary together twice - our first in San Francisco (and even then we spent several weeks apart) and our fourth in Australia. Because she is a teacher and gets two months off each summer, she tends to spend it elsewhere. This summer is a little worse because as I've just started a new job, I can't really ask for three weeks off to go somewhere. They tend to frown on that sort of thing.

So yeah, seven weeks apart. And if we're honest a couple of weeks will be nice, I'm sure. We'll do our own thing, I can hog the bed and snore if I want. Cathy can head back to St. John's and do pretty much whatever she wants without worrying about consulting with me on plans. It's nice for a bit. However, I strongly suspect by the end of July, if past history is any indication, it's going to start to suck. And by the time she gets back we're going to be missing each other something fierce.

So yes, I know she's going to miss me, and I'm going to miss her. However, it would be nice if she missed me as much as she's going to miss the dog...;)

Last Five
1. Friends like mine - The Donnas
2. Kodachrome - Paul Simon
3. Paradise by the dashboard light - Meatloaf*
4. Like yesterday - Ryan Adams and the Cardinals
5. Invisible - Modest Mouse