Monday morning we sat down and started writing lists. Lists of things to be done, things to be packed, things to be bought. This morning we are heading out for a week. First to Nanaimo (ever heard of Nanaimo bars?) for the BC/Yukon Agility Regionals. Since my 'best' dog was injured at the time the entries were due, it's only Luna that's running this year. To get on the podium is one lofty goal, and I'm not reaching that high. There are some pretty amazing dogs in her division, and judging by her last practice at the Field of Dreams, she's suddenly forgotten most of what she knew about agility. I'm just hoping for some decent runs. I'm not a defeatist, I'm just realistic. So I'm going in with no expectations, but sometimes amazing things happen, and then sometimes they don't:)
Back to the lists. I had some pretty lofty goals when I made my list. For some reason it was about five times longer than Larry's. Larry didn't even have anything written down for Tuesday and Wednesday. On Wednesday I was still working on things I had written down to be done on Monday. Things to be done for the market that will only be a couple of days after we get back. Gardening done that should have been done a few weeks ago. Seeds sown, bedding plants bedded, weeds weeded. Anyway, what's done is done, and what isn't, isn't, and unless I can get it done between about 6am and 9am this morning, it ain't happening.
Then we'll be on our way, and a few miles down the road, I'll go 'oh sh#t, I forgot to ......' or 'oh sh#t, I didn't bring the....'. Well you know how it goes. And then we'll be far enough from home that I just shut it out of my mind, and get on with enjoying the break from all that stuff that is still on the list, and that will be that much weedier when we get back home.
Home is being left in some capable hands, and sometimes we come back and are scared to look to see what has been moved, chopped down, mowed off, cleaned up and put somewhere that we can't find it.
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