Mum left this morning for Georgia. 71 years old and driving for three days. What a wonder. Car filled up with gifts (Since when did ketchup chips count as a gift? Since they don't have them in the States!). She'd parked her car in "my" garage for easier packing and when she started it up this morning at 6:45 am, it wouldn't turn over.
"Rrrrrr."
"Rrrrrr."
"Rrrrr."
Really, that's not what I wanted to hear when my mother is about to drive for three days on interstate highways in another country. Normally, I don't worry about her but now I'm expecting to head to New England tomorrow on a rescue mission. Well, that is, after we check out the Pugwash Christmas Farmers' Market and Craft Fair.
I wonder how long it will take the cats and the dogs to realize Nana is gone...for longer than a week. And we're going to have to hire someone to drive Stella to Tim Horton's every day for a timbit.