bucket list

We are running out of things to do before we leave. The big truck comes this Monday to collect whatever we think we want to see on the other side of this move. It's the greatest pare-down we've ever had and it's all going well.

Took Estro for her last SF vet appointment this morning because her back legs have been looking a bit draggy lately, but at the end of every walk, she likes to sprint. I'm proud to say that at 15, she's still spry!

The vet recommended arthritis pills and after just one, Estro was chasing pigeons. This is progress. The vet is the same one who spayed her as a puppy, and he's seen her her whole life. He was very sweet with a tinge of melancholy about us going, and wished us a safe trip. I gave him coupons for organic pancakes and waffles in a can. He gets it.

I also collected my medical files (I know it sounds so old school: paper medical records?) from the same doctor I've been seeing for 14+ years. She'll retire in a year or two, so we said our good lucks and goodbyes while I folded my file into my purse. My ages were listed like "32" which looks so funny to me at 41. Forty-wonderful, that is.

But by far, the most enthusiastic person I've talked to about "the move" today was the chirpy blond man working at the Lush store on Powell Street. He said he's from the Midwest and almost leaped over the counter as he rang up my assorted bath bombs, shrieking "Six foot tub?!" That's right.

The grass may be greener (even if you're the person going to be on that particular grass on the other side) but the bath bombs are blueberry, pink, and chamomile. I am getting prepared.

We will terribly miss our dear friends, but we're going to be just fine. It's our '09 adventure, and you're looking at it.