Just thought I'd stop in to say "bye" to you for about a month. I fly out of here very early on Wednesday morning to meet up with my brother in Palm Springs, spend a few days there in his house and then drive off to parts unknown with him and Luc. The only plan we have is to stop off at El Tovar in the Grand Canyon for a night, maybe hit Las Vegas for a show, and then hit seedy motels on our four-day drive back to Vancouver, Canada.
After that, we're off to his place on Pender Island, and then I'm going to spend a few days with Paula (Cygne) in Abbotsford. My friend Joseph is going to meet me there.
So. I've been so worried about what to pack my brother emailed me and said that while I'm in Palm Springs, there will be a few other people there too. Like two of my ex-sisters-in-law. Byron, a very talented New York actor who played Raoul in Phantom of the Opera. And Rob, who was my brother's partner (business and otherwise) for almost ten years. Okay, if you're confused - Byron was after Rob. Then my brother met Luc, whom he married and has been with for almost eleven years now...
Hell, I can hardly keep it straight! (sorry about the pun).
The thing is - I love all of them. (l love Luc the most though - he makes my brother laugh) and it will be like one hell of a family reunion.
Anyway, why the hell am I worried about what to pack? Given the players in this scenario, do you honestly think anyone will notice what the hell I'M WEARING? Not.
So I should run now. I'm up to my elbows in fish poop, cleaning out the aquarium so that Shan won't have to deal with it. And I'm writing lists for her. Phone numbers in case MJ's father pulls anymore crap. She of the Feather Boa is going to stay with Shan for a few days a week while I'm away. And head everyone off at the pass - guns ablazing if necessary.
I've felt reluctant and guilty about taking this trip. But I have to see it through different eyes now. This will be a good trial run for Shan - after more than a year of living with me - to see if she can cope on her own.
And selfishly, I need this too. I am so lucky to have a brother who instinctively knows that my strength and spirit are waning. When I come back I'll be in fighting spirit once again! Ready to kick ass.
So, should I wear the peach or the muted beige-toned jacket on the plane... ha!
If I can ask anything of you - please send good thoughts and strength to Shannon.
I'm going to miss MJ, more than you know.
Now, back to the fish poop!
Take care.
xoxo
Trace.