By now, we are driving and on our way to Spokane. I am in the car with Jake. Jeff is in the car with two cats. (Which car would you rather be in? Neither? That is the correct guess! Jasper meows the WHOLE WAY non-stop and we don't know what Chloe will do, but Jake is fine as long as you keep him supplied with movies, toys, books, and food while you drive.)
Somewhere on the road about now, I'm going to get misty-eyed because I am leaving behind GREEN. Lots of it. Now, don't get me wrong—Spokane is a beautiful city with plenty of trees, but I know there are a few things it won't have...like the Pacific Northwest Tree Octopus.
So now, a sentimental ode (in the spirit of my son's favorite bedtime-story author) to the things we're leaving behind:
and goodbye to the squirrels who drove you into the void...
Goodbye, wee tree frogs.
Goodbye, misty fall fogs.
Goodbye, bird-eaten cherries.
Goodbye, dandelion-filled prairies.
Goodbye, uh, whatever this is...?
Goodbye forever, lawyering biz.
Goodbye, goodbye to flowers profuse!
(Man, am I sick of reading Dr. Seuss!**)
**This post is proof that I've had to read waaaaaaay to much of him lately. You read Dr. Seuss and, like a catchy and horrible song overplayed on the radio, you can't get the rhymes out of your head. Stupid Sneeches. Stupid Horton. Stuuuupid Cat. *sigh*