Well, damn. I just realized that traveling next Saturday and the following Saturday will mean missing a big chunk of this year’s NCAA tourney. It’s the one extending sporting event I look forward to more than any other and I hate the prospect of being on a plane while, somewhere, a Cinderella thirteen seed is upending a Duke, North Carolina, or Kentucky (ideally). Sadly, no office pool this year, so the excitement of the games themselves will have to suffice. Or what I’ll see of them anyway.
Oh, by the way, this video sums up my feelings about the NCAA expanding the field to 68 teams:
Thanks to everyone who offered advice on transporting the dogs cross-country. I looked into many of the possibilities mentioned but, at the end of the day, decided that the “two trip in-cabin” option was best. Bubba goes stir crazy in the half hour it takes me to drive him to daycare, so driving six days across Canada is not an option. Hiring one of those luxury buses that approximate the feel of sitting in your living room would certainly be more comfortable but, at a cost of approximately $20 000, it’s a little more than I’d be willing to pay for what would still amount to a six day trip. Chartering a private jet would ensure I get all four dogs there in one go, but paying $35 000 – $50 000 for a one-way trip feels a bit excessive. And I won’t fly the dogs cargo. I’ve heard too many horror stories. Which leaves me with the aforementioned “two trip in-cabin” option. I now regret having allowed the production to sell off all of our working puddle jumpers in the last live auction.
Next weekend, I’ll fly out with Jelly and Maximus and, the following weekend, will return for Bubba and Lulu. In the meantime, I’ll continue my attempts to acclimatize my dogs to the sherpa carriers. And, tomorrow, I’m going to do a test run with the baby gravol. I picked up two packages. One for them and the other for me.
Hey! Look who I had dinner with tonight!
We went to Moderne Burger. Ashleigh and James were twenty minutes late because Ashleigh was still celebrating her big soccer championship win. No goals scored but, apparently, she did kick several opponents in the shins really, REALLY hard. Curiously, over the course of the meal, the conversation would always manage to wind its way back to that spectacular soccer win. Sometimes, naturally enough: “Whoa, it’s really raining. Looks like we wrapped up our soccer season just in time!. Sometimes, not so naturally: “You know what these fries remind me of? Soccer goal posts. Also, our big win today…”.
Finish up Ghosts of Manhattan! The discussion begins tomorrow!