8:28 a.m.


How is it possible that it’s only 8:30 in the morning*? About an hour ago Dad said to me, “There’s car racing on TV at 8:00, if you think Simon would be interested.” I stared at him. I blinked a few times.

“You mean, like, 8:00 tonight?”

“No- this morning.”

I was shocked. Stunned (yeah, I know what “stunned” means in NL- both definitions apply here). Aghast. “You mean it’s not even 8:00 yet?! NOOOOOOO!”

It felt like it should’ve been about 10:00. I guess my first clue should’ve been that mom and dad were, in fact, still at home and not on their way to the first of mom’s 3 services for the day. My brain, she don’a work’a so good on’a no sleep. Friends, it’s going to be a looooong day.

Oh- as for the rest of last night: I eventually got to bed after Ike fell asleep on his own- stuck his pacifier in his own face and everything. How… odd. Not that there was anything normal about last night, of course. Simon slept until some unreasonably early hour this morning; Isaac and I were already up. Isaac, who still DOES NOT want a pacifier at night. If I give him one when he’s crying (instead of his beloved BOOOOOOB), he settles for a second, and then starts twitching… and kicking… and sucking harder. Then: WAAAAAAH! Mommy, you tricked me!

So yeah, I’m tired. The good news is that it is officially less than 5 weeks until I see AJ again! I miss him so much that sometimes it gives me a stomach ache. It’s been worse since I saw him in August, and I imagine it’s only going to get worse as we get closer to his graduation. It’s reminding me of what it was like to be a kid with Christmas coming, except that instead of baking cookies and putting out the Nativity scene, I’ll be starting to pack boxes and looking into address changes/ new health cards, etc. Whoopee.

*Note that I did not say “8:30 a.m. in the morning.” I kind of laugh when people do that.


Where was I? Oh… Regina.

Back to my trip to Mulva… I mean, Dolores… er, Regina… and the RCMP depot:

So then in was Saturday. We got up, had the breakfast, went for a walk around a few blocks of downtown Regina. Then we took a trip back to the depot so I could have the grand tour- so much as I was allowed to have (for security reasons), at least. It’s a nice spot- lots of trees, brick buildings, sidewalks you’re not allowed to walk on. Excuse me- sidewalks that CADETS aren’t allowed to walk on. If you’re a guest or if you’ve graduated, you’re good to go. As a guest OF a cadet, however… well, no one wants to risk push-ups. Oh, but FYI: NO ONE walks on the grass. Not for long, anyway… (cue creepy music) Come to think of it, cadets don’t actually walk anywhere- they’re either jogging (doubling) or marching (after they earn their boots). They have to earn everything out there.

It was quite relaxed on the weekend, though. I got to see some of the classrooms, the gym, the pool, the parade square. I saw the cenotaph, which is sad and scary at the same time… seeing the names of the most recent guys who died in the line of duty… I try not to think about that too much.

Saturday night was dinner and a movie- I finally saw “Dark Knight”. So good. Then we watched this, and I nearly fell over laughing (warning: this is only funny if you’ve seen the movie. Seriously.)

That’s about it, short of a few details.

I had to leave very early on Sunday morning, so we were up before 5:00- too early to say goodbye, but I can’t really think of a time that would’ve been good for that. It just wasn’t long enough. Four months apart, then less than 40 hours together? Better than nothing, but I miss him more now than I did before. Eight weeks to go…

Aaaah, L’Amour…

So like I said, I took off for a few days while the family was at the cottage- left the boys in the capable (and reasonably willing) hands of my parents, my brother, his girlfriend, my grandparents and assorted cousins, and flew out to that great City of Love: Regina, Saskatchewan.


Perhaps not the most romantic of places to meet, but when you’ve only got a little more than 48 hours to get out and back (and, more importantly, a limited travel budget), you go where you gots to go- and where I gotsted to go (?!) was REGINA. It was kind of exciting; I’d never been farther west than approximately Brantford, ON, so this was something new for me. I was even more excited to be going to see the RCMP “depot”, where they churn out all those people who look so very good in those red uniforms… Mmmm, uniform… what was I saying? Oh- trip. Riiiight. My flight from Ottawa was uneventful, as was my stopover in Toronto. I met up with AJ’s buddy’s wife there,who was also flying out for the weekend. We didn’t talk much on the Toronto-Regina flight; we’d both had early mornings, and we didn’t expect we’d be getting to bed early, so we rested.

We knew we weren’t getting picked up at the airport. The guys weren’t officially off for the weekend until 4:30, and we got in just after 1:00. This would have been a great opportunity to go to the hotel, get checked in, have a shower, maybe nap a bit… that was the plan, actually, until AJ found out he was free for most of the afternoon. I couldn’t very well say I didn’t want to see him right away, could I? So we got a cab to the depot and met him in the guardroom.

But yeah… he was in uniform (the blue, everyday kind- his troop hasn’t earned the red one yet), so I wasn’t allowed to kiss him… or hug him… or leap into his arms… I settled for a handshake. Whoopee. That was the most physical contact we’d had in FOUR MONTHS, people. And he looked good, too- dammit.

We killed most of the afternoon at the RCMP Heritage Centre, which I highly recommend if you’re tourist-ing around Regina. Interesting exhibits, historical stuff, and I have to say, a really nice public washroom. Hey, I noticed- it was a good place to pump. Oh, didn’t I mention that? Since I’d left Ike behind at the cottage, it was pump & dump all weekend long. No point saving the milk- I wouldn’t be able to get it back in my carry-on suitcase, anyway. Almost made me cry, it did.

Then there was Arby’s for supper (which tasted even better because I hadn’t eaten since breakfast), a stop at Timmy’s, and on to the hotel. I’ll spare you the details…

Oops, gotta run… again… dang it! Some day I’ll do a full entry on one sitting (and maybe edit it, too!).