November 9, 2007

FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 9, 2007

39 or 40 days left...depending on which day I can get an evening flight out. Airlines won't load the dogs if the temp is over 85 degrees. Yes, I know it'll be December, but this is Miami and I've gone to the beach on Christmas Day in past years and that was before "global warming".
I've got a laundry list of stuff to do and I'm doing some of it. Today, however, was a wash. I woke up with a headache and only managed to do some laundry and make a couple of phone calls and pack a box. Other than that, I watched cartoons with my kid for most of today. Scooby-Doo sucks. Whatever happened to all of those good cartoons I used to watch when I was a kid? What's so bad about Bugs Bunny and Elmer Fudd? I'm going to order some of the compilations of the Looney Tunes stuff on DVD. Beats the hell out Pokemon any day.
I had M&Ms and a bag of Cheetos for lunch. If you consider that corn makes me ill, sugar makes me nasty and chocolate gives me migraines, you could reasonably assume that my lunch was a half-hearted suicide attempt. It's like those Goth kids that cut themselves. Is there a 12-step program for junk food?
When the sugar high gave way to the sugar low, I tried to take a quick nap in the bedroom while India played on the computer. Ruby, our 10 month old chihuahua, hopped onto the bed about 5 minutes into my nap and peed on me. It's moments like that that make me question being an atheist. I mean, WTF is that about? Is the universe trying to comment on my attitude, my parenting, my housekeeping skills...what? Or is it just that I don't let the damn dog out enough?
Whatever. I've got lots to do and less time than I think to do it. I'm sure I'll procrastinate as usual and end up racing around like a mad woman in the last few days. Last garage sale. Trip to the dump. Trip to Goodwill. Dogs to the vet. Sell the car. Holiday shopping. Work at the museum. A little "goodbye" gathering with India's pals. Give the snake away. I guess on some level I know that this isn't so much winding down as winding UP. Even with all of my bitching and complaining about being stuck here, I know the really complex stuff will start when I get to Costa Rica. Of course, that'll start after the Christmas holiday spent enjoying my family back together again and after the weekend I intend to spend at a spa or hotel reading, sleeping and generally not having to be relied on by anyone. Can't come soon enough.

(Oh, and for anyone wondering why my fly-out date has been pushed back a few days, blame the museum. Actually, blame my need to enjoy watching the "Train Ride with Santa" event play out. One last event to remind me that working there is the closest I'll likely ever come to working backstage at the Muppet Show. I'll miss the messy, circus-y charm of that place. But from what I've read on some of the Costa Rica ex-pat message boards, that kind of "charm" may be what I'll like the best about living in CR.)