Off again
In three hours' time I'll be on the Bergen-Oslo train once again, Linni in tow. The little person in my sister Tiny's tummy's due to make her grand appearance any day now, so that's the occasion we're all looking forward to.
The idea of traveling with Linni becomes less daunting for each trip. She's got a lot of experience in that department. In fact she's traveled more than 870 miles with me by now, and that number'll be even higher by tonight. Of course I have a perpetual fear of her getting out of her carrier somehow and running off at some mountain hamlet somewhere on the way, forcing me to abandon all my things and go trudging after her in some snow storm, but that's me and my illogical anxieties.
I'm bringing some chicken pasta salad (we'll probably share some of it on the way), and I've got my book and DS packed. Here's hoping for yet another perfectly pleasant trip over the mountains.
The idea of traveling with Linni becomes less daunting for each trip. She's got a lot of experience in that department. In fact she's traveled more than 870 miles with me by now, and that number'll be even higher by tonight. Of course I have a perpetual fear of her getting out of her carrier somehow and running off at some mountain hamlet somewhere on the way, forcing me to abandon all my things and go trudging after her in some snow storm, but that's me and my illogical anxieties.
I'm bringing some chicken pasta salad (we'll probably share some of it on the way), and I've got my book and DS packed. Here's hoping for yet another perfectly pleasant trip over the mountains.