Early Morning Musings

Before I get into my daily life I thought I would explain the baby to our right here. His name is Logan, and the nephew of my best friend Abby. She was showing me some pictures of him the other day and I thought he sort of looked like Doug Heffernan from King of Queens. Maybe it's the green shorts or the chubby cheeks. Or maybe it's that look in his eyes like someone made a crack about his addiction to Krispy Kreme (which I understand are like Tim Horton's donuts to you American readers). If you've never seen the show before, one of Doug's favourite sayings happens to be "Shutty".


Moving on!





My parents called last night to tell me some big news. Actually, I was surprised to hear from them since we'd spoken Wednesday night. Dad got home from Louisiana on Tuesday (he was there again to help rebuild a house he'd assessed in October of 2005) and I wanted to see how is trip had gone. So, naturally, I was surprised to hear from them again so quick. The news you ask? They sold their bookstore and are going to be selling their house. I'm shocked. I'm pretty sure I said "wow" about 10 times in the course of the 10 minute conversation, maybe more than that. Don't get me wrong, I love my parents, and them moving to this general area (they live in Nova Scotia and I live in Northern New Brunswick...(get a map kids if you don't know what I'm talking about...Canada...)

That being said (that I do love them) I can't explain this slight anxiety I am having over them moving here. I'll be here for the next few years due to my work (I'm a morning show host at our little radio station) and that doesn't bother me. I don't think my parents would live in the City but 20 minutes from here, where my grandparents live. Or get a house out in the boonies on the water or something. So, it's not like they'll be on top of me.

Maybe I just don't want them to be 'dropping by' or seeing me crusing around town or whatever. Could be that lately they are extremely religious and it's not that I have issue with that so much as I have issue with their trying to get me into it. I do not want to go to Church. I wish they'd respect that.

I'll probably feel better about this as time goes on. At least I'll see them more than I do my grandparents (it's been 2 months since I last talked to them) who are busy with their own lives.

Better be off to work.