I am agog – not to be confused with a fool, a nerd, or a nosy parker – although I’ve successfully been all of those. I have been within 8 feet of Queen Elizabeth. I have seen and touched Her Royal Yacht, Britannia, when it put into the harbor at my home town for fuel. I had a brief, 5-second conversation with the singer, Roger Whittaker, and I got a hug, and a kiss on the cheek, from the female Canadian Minister of the Exterior.
These all pale into insignificance. I recently got an invitation from BrainRants, to come and visit him and his wife this summer. Actually, all that happened was that he made a casual inquiry as to whether the wife and I intended to be in his area this year, and when – but I’m treating it like a Royal Summons, and it snowballed from there. I’m So Excited (click to hear the Pointer Sisters tell you how much)
He’s the one responsible for unleashing me on an unsuspecting blogosphere, but don’t blame him for that. He was distracted at the time with saving the world and the American Way Of Life. It was the Law of Unintended Consequences.
A couple of years ago, when we were doing the ‘Doctor Ericson, I presume’ tour, I asked if we might drive down for a quick visit. Rants was preoccupied with a son going off to college, and a few other pressing domestic situations, and said ‘no,’ but not necessarily “NO” forever.
Last fall, I asked again about the possibility of an eventual visit, just to know whether or not to remove it from my bucket list. Rants took this as an indication that I wanted it to happen soon. Apparently not a lot of people make plans years ahead, especially old geezers like me. It’s happening sooner than I anticipated. Rants and his lovely wife are welcoming us this summer. Not only are we visiting, but we are being put up in a guest room to save motel costs –and, Rants is booking some well-earned and needed vacation time to be with us for several days.
I asked if it was some kind of competition between him and his wife to be nice to us, but apparently this is what kind, intelligent, generous people do. Aside from visiting my parents for weekends while they were alive, I have never been a house-guest in my life. Dear Miss Etta Kett; How do I conduct myself??
It is well that the wife’s birthday is in mid-Feb. This year she had to renew her Ontario Health Card, and her driver’s licence. One of three photo ID options recommended to do this, is a passport. When I dug hers out and she was transferring information, she realized that both our passports had expired.
Apparently the bureaucrats do not send an email renewal reminder, and since we didn’t travel outside the Province last year, we had not noticed. It would have been a catastrophe to make all these delicious plans, and be turned back at the border for incomplete documents. We had the time to get them reissued.
I am so giddy that I’m twirling around the house like a little pixie….or maybe a wolverine on meth. We’re going to Rants’! We’re going to Rants’! I’m taking along our digital camera, but there’s no promise that any photos will show up here on the blog-site. I’ve already had to sign a non-disclosure security document, and a black helicopter will pick us up at the Virginia Welcome Center.
Surprisingly, the wife warmed to the idea quite quickly, to the point that, if we can’t put aside enough to pay for the trip in the next couple of months, she’s willing to raid her cache of Loonies and Toonies coins that she’s been stashing away for years.
If she’s warm now, just wait and see how warm DC is in August. We may drive past the White House, the Washington Monument, and the Pentagon in an air-conditioned car, but this visit is all about meeting two people who have been so very nice to me for years. We can do that with a shady back deck and some cold beer.
More to come, I will reveal all as much as I can. Be happy for me….and maybe a little jealous. 😎 🌯
If I were you, I would eat nothing but salad for a month before you get here. I love to cook and bake, especially desserts. You will definitely leave with more of you than when you arrived with!
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Salads??! I think I’m in trouble already. 😕 😯
I didn’t claw my way to the top of the food chain to eat salads! I eat things that eat salads. If I don’t get a Taco Bell fix at least once a week, I go into cholesterol withdrawal.
Salads are a promise of food. They’re like atonement wafers that I eat, while someone like Rants offers up a cow to the gods of fire. (See “barbecue”)
Desserts, eh?? Bring it, Sistah! With my sensitive nose, it will make finding your place easier, as I come around the Beltway.
If I arrive, a hollow shell of myself, I trust in you to refill me. Of all the indignities at the border, at least they don’t weigh me. 😉
Prepare to meet your end in a pile of flame-kissed pig.
As one pig to another, that sucker’s in trouble. 😳
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