Well, tomorrow I'm off at 6am. I'm still not sure about bringing Norton, but he's actually been quite a help the last couple of days (much to my surprise). He's even loaded the Fargo and everything. His mom will be dropping him off here at 5:30am just to help me with any list minute items before we hit the road.
Margaret will be coming over to look after the cats. Clarence 2 will be all done his treatments by Sunday (good thing too. I'm hoping the scratches on my arms heal by summer). Margaret did a test drive last night, and she emerged unscathed. I was pretty put out. Clarence hardly reacted at all. Margaret cooed and did that kitty-baby talk thing, and he not only took his pill, but he didn't bolt when she snapped on the gloves and did the "nasty".
Today was kind of a wash, other than me running around taking care of last minute errands. That's not entirely true. Mrs. McCleary waiting for me as I headed out to the car. She had a bucket of soapy water and a sponge and was looking as angry and put out as I've seen her. "Mister Chapman," I knew she was pissed she hardly ever calls me Mister. "I think it would be neighborly of you to clean my windows." I peeked over at her house. Holy shit. More to the point, just shit, and lots of it. Those bloody birds certainly ate a lot, they must have had to blow a lot of ballast to get airborne and the evidence was stuck to Mrs. McCleary's windows.
Norton of course was nowhere to be found. I tried to stall the old broad, but she wasn't having any of it. I moved, she moved blocking my way. Resigned to my fate I spent a couple of hours cleaning ... as I was finishing the boy wonder appeared magically asking if there was anything else I needed before he went home to pack.
Eventually I finished my errands and packed my own things. I called Margaret and gave her a few last minute instructions.
It's getting late, and I have a long drive tomorrow, so I'm blogging off for now. I'll be back in a couple of days.
Wish me luck.
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