No tanks, no fish, no gerbils, no degus, and one cat that hates people. I will have to go see a friend up the street. Her cats are shy, but they will let you pet them.
, I am visiting my father's mother, who is not related to BubbleyBlue, so I am here by myself.
I made it safely to my father's in Idaho yesterday; although, I once again realized I suffer from severe separation anxiety. I always break down at airports (bad associations from early childhood on). I kissed Trevor good bye and while filling out my declaration form, tears started forming. I tried to maintain myself, but when the customs officer asked what I would be doing in the states, I burst into tears, out right sobbing, I was a mess. All I could say was grandmother. The poor officer, he kept saying he used to have tissues and that I needed to breathe. Since I know I am prone to break down at airports (dropping people off or flying off myself) I had a hanky with me and tissues in my purse. The plus side, my baggage was not searched, I was simply asked if I have any tools, knives or scissors. Totally humiliating! Last time that happened, Trevor dropped me off at the airport, so I could fly home to NY to plan our wedding. Happy occassion, yet I still lost it at the airport.
My emotional well being aside, my grandmother is home resting. She is very weak and gets winded easily. I was glad to see her and help out. My family (on my father's side) has a pack rat gene, so I went through he two car garage which is filled with crud collecting plastics to 'take to town" to recycle. My grandmother lives in a tiny town in SE Washington, where they can recycle newspapers, carboard and cans (finally), but not milk jugs and number 1 plastics.
That's all my fun and adventures so far. Please keep my grandmother in your thoughts and prayers, she really needs it to get stronger and while you're at it, I could use some virual support while I am here. I love my father dearly, but I would never befriend him if I met him on the street :sigh: