Boulanger language, Canada, crazy accents and the process of grieving.

(Written 4 days ago.)
So I’m on the ferry heading back to Port Angeles. (Three hours early.) Only supposed to be 2 hours early just like at the airport, but David is anal. It is over 99 degrees and way too hot to be in the car. We found a nice little shady area and ate our meat, cheese and crackers. Quite romantic actually. Some fools stayed in their cars. One person was in a wheelchair and she couldn’t get out. I wonder how many cases of heat stroke they face each day? Everyone up here is saying it is “unseasonally” warm up here. I’m like WTH? I was looking forward to to the cool air. Actually I’m smiling as I type this because I actually spent most of my time up here in the excellent room or in the AC car. The rooms are so nice and cool. They do not AC the hallways to the rooms. So it is like going from hell to heaven when you open your room door. I love Canada. I wish we could move here and have a fresh start somewhere. No one holding us back. I love Oregon so much tho. Canada is a lot like Oregon, so I could adjust. I love their coinage too.

I’m afraid to go home. When I’m here it is like “that life” doesn’t exist. Like I’m not the disconsolate orphan that I am. I know I’m a big girl and need to put my “big girl panties” on but I don’t want to. The ferry is moving now and I’m hot as hell. I don’t sweat well. I paid enough that they should have a personal fan for me. Don’t they know I’m a world renowned breeder from the states? I don’t think that they care. I’m sure there are some Doctors on here and I don’t see their personal fans. Luckily for me the ferry is turning around and I’m in the shade. Not much consolation considering I think it is still 90 in the shade. I miss my kids. I miss my chair. I miss the deer, bet no one has fed my wild birds. The deer are mad there has been no extra seed left out for them.

Cody and Erica have been staying at the house since my Dad died. It is nice to have them there as a back up because Colton is in love. I mean in love with a girl who hates his sister and me. Nice huh? We will win her over to our side. We are all that and she will come to know that. I hope she will go to Jennifer’s wedding in Caiti’s place. It would be nice to have a real bit of time with her and let her get to know us how we really are. She was very hurtful to Caiti a few years ago. I said something, Caiti shouldn’t have repeated it. Blah, blah. Let’s forget the fact that I shouldn’t have put my nose where it didn’t belong. She hurt Caiti and as a Mom that hurts me. Everyone grows and changes and she deserves the benefit of the doubt. Colton thinks the sun rises and sets on her so we will see.

I keep thinking I should be thankful for what I do have in my life and quit dwelling on what I don’t have but I’m not there yet. I have such a hole. If I allow myself to think about it for a minute I bawl my eyes out. I find myself saying it a lot too. “My dad died.” Like some how it will sink in better?!! I’m not sure actually. A bead of sweat is actually rolling down my back between my shoulder blades. UGH. I feel grouchy now. Lots of foreigners on this ferry. Speaking all of their different languages.

I may start a language of my own. I have used an Australian/british accent here. It drives David crazy, but I’m having some fun. Crazy is where I come from. My Dad and I had our own fake languages. One of them was the number language. We would go out to restaurants and say random numbers and converse through the whole meal with our fake talk. People would look so strangely at us. Ha. Then we had a fake language we would speak that was gibberish. Sounded like Arabic/Chinese/Spanish/whatever. It was so fun. My kids would never play either of those games with me. My Dad and I did fool them sometimes before they got old enough to understand and wouldn’t play. I still have grandkids planned for in the future. Perhaps they will play the gibberish language with me. I’ll be old then, it will be more acceptable I imagine. The kids can play it off as “crazy old Mom.”