May 28, 2014 – I am filled with nervous energy. Tomorrow morning, the limousine service that Dumpling Longfeather has provided for our transportation to the airport is picking us up at 10:00AM. We are so excited for this opportunity. I’ve never been on an airplane before, let alone a private jet! Our luggage is packed and waiting in the garage. Our passports are loaded in my satchel. All we need to do now is shut down the brewery for a few days, lay today’s eggs and spend some time with Mom and Violet before we leave. I feel badly that Violet can’t come with us, but she said, ‘don’t be silly’. As soon as she’s feeling up to it, I’m going to take her for a ride to the beach and a lobster roll. I’m also going to bring her back a lovely keepsake from Canada and take loads of pictures so she can see what the photography show was all about.
I decided this afternoon to take a walk up to Mom’s office window and have a chat with her. It is a rainy day, so I brought my umbrella. I’m not made for this weather like the ducks are. They’ve been outside all morning, splashing in their pool and loving the rain. I waved to them as I walked by and they blew kisses to me. Those ducks crack me up.
When I got to Mom’s window, I knocked twice on the glass. She was on the phone having a business call, but motioned for me to come around to the door. I heard her say goodbye and watched her hang up the phone before coming outside to get me. She shook my umbrella dry and had me stand on a towel in the foyer.
“Do you have everything you need for your trip,” she asked.
She reached behind her and took something off the end table.
“This is an extra cell phone. It has our house number in it as well as my personal cell and all the phone numbers of our family in Nova Scotia. If anything happens to take you off course – anything at all, I want you to call us. Understood? And no talking to strangers!!”
“But everyone we meet will be a stranger!”
“Good point. Alright – no talking to anyone other than transportation and hotel staff unless it’s the police or God forbid, medical personnel.”
I understood what she meant and tried to calm her fears.
“Mom, we’ll be fine. Here’s a copy of the itinerary. We’ll be back Tuesday night. The limo will drop us off at the house.”
“I want you to call me every day; Text me, too.”
“I will,” I laughed. I was much calmer after seeing how nervous Mom was. I still wish she was coming with us, but maybe we can do a family trip in the fall.
Mom handed me a brown paper bag before I headed back to the coop.
“It’s a treat pouch for the flight. You know how Wilma’s stomach gets when she eats food that she’s not used to.”
I hugged Mom around the legs and squeezed tightly.
“I’ll see you off in the morning,” she added before opening the front door and handing me back the umbrella.
The rest of the day was quiet. We’re hitting the roost early though I doubt any of us will sleep. The smell of adventure looms thickly in the air. (Though, that could be Waffles. She’s been eating peanuts all day!)