I'm on page 5 of undecipherable notes I'm leaving for the boys. I don't know why I bother; they're gonna see the 'you both are going to have to scoop litter *once*' and quit reading. This is the longest stretch away for me; two weeks. They began celebrating as soon as plans were finalized. They are calling this their vacation. From me. A vacation from me. Brats.
I realized I don't own shorts, so I got some of Ari's old ones. He watched me iron them, and asked what I was doing. I call them hand-me-ups. They look kind of cruddy, but I reckon everything looks better if it's ironed. Yes, that's what I reckon.
I'm telling them things like 'if you see the cat barf first, clean it up. Don't pretend you don't see it'. This won't work, until the day before I come home and they're knee deep in cat barf and finally realize they have to do it. I've left them each some cash, and a grocery kitty. I should have just given it all to the pizza place. I have begged them to eat fruit. They will eat Doritos. I have left lots of milk and juice. They will buy root beer.
I actually went and got a pedicure today. That's like, my third one, ever. She asked what colour polish I wanted. I hesitated, wondering what I'd be wearing the next few weeks. My toes are now army pants green. I think they call it something else. But I realized I'd packed 3 pairs of army pants, in various styles. That's me, a style sensation from coast to coast.
The first installment of my hypermiling extravaganza is here. I'm actually pretty curious, and really anticipating this. I love finding things out first hand. I think this is a cool opportunity, and you all know I'll report back the truth. Commenters on the site are already getting crabbyapplesauceface about it, which I find odd; I think most people would dive at a chance to do, well, anything, in a heartbeat. Isn't that what life's all about? I've committed to the journey, and I'm looking forward to it. I can't stand armchair quarterbacks - if you want to know something, what better way than to dive right in? I'm lucky I have chances like this.Check the Globe site for blogs I'll be filing as I go. I'll try to check in here, too, but my technical abilities will no doubt be challenged.
Oh! We're driving a spanky new VW Passat. Alex Deborgorski, the ice road trucker, and I are the two in for the whole haul. This is going to be a hoot. We'll be taking orders from John and Helen Taylor, the hypermiling experts. And Roz? Don't worry. If I think I'm in danger, I'll be putting the boot into it. I'm a driver first...
If you're on Twitter, follow me at TweeetLorraine. Yeah, three 'e's. I'll be snarking away on there, too.....
I shall keep you all posted!