1. A nervous nelly
2. A worrywort

I do both pretty well.  Excellent in fact.  If being nervous and worrying were an Olympic sport I could compete in the next Olympics and have a true shot at the gold medal.

Before I go into detail about what this has to do with anything I want to thank you for all your comments on where the air is clear.  I decided to make the trip up north with my furry friends.  I booked the cabin on Monday.  Every night before I fall asleep I have some outrageous and some not so outrageous thoughts.

“Maybe I should get Scooby an orange vest so while we are in the woods some redneck idiot doesn’t mistake him as a deer and shoot him with a bow and arrow” (he tends to hop and prance around)

“My cell phone doesn’t work at the actual cabin what happens if I need help.  Like I’m suddenly in a scary movie and Michael comes looking for me” (there will be other people there and the owners have a phone outside the office for emergencies and I have internet access.  Also Scooby is pretty protective of me when C isn’t around)

“What if I hit a deer driving in the dark?” (I decided that I’m going to leave work early so I can get up there before dark)

“What if the dogs just decide to stop listening to me and they run amok” (seriously, I’m a certified dog trainer and the dogs are pretty well behaved)

“What if….”  (you see where this is going)

So you would think that C knows that I’m having these thoughts and what does he do?  Oh yeah…he calls me today to tell me about a story he read in the Free Press about wild 400lb pigs that are ravaging the state and “to be careful and alert so we don’t get attacked while in the trails.  Don’t forget your mace”.  Really?  Seriously?  You couldn’t have waited to share that story with me?  And is a little can of mace going to do shit against a feral 400lb hog?

AH!

Whatev.  I still plan on having a relaxing time when not thinking about Michael Myers and wild hogs (trying to picture Babe on steroids instead of the hogs in Hannibal).  C now lovely refers to them as ‘da pork chops’.  After reading the news article it seems they are doing most of their damage to farmers crops so I’ll be sure to stay away from the corn fields

I’m taking Nani swimming in Lake Huron and then using the chuck-it in the trails not far from the cabin.  I think I might make the drive to the dam where my dad used to take me fishing.  I haven’t been there in over 10 years.  It’s a little bit of a hike but what better is there to do when you have nothing but time on your hands.

Yes this trip will be a good experience for me.  I’m pretty independent most of the time but taking a trip by myself is a first.   I believe it will be liberating and maybe I’ll come back with more self confidence and less of a tendency to freak out over the small things.  We will see.  If nothing else at least I can say I did it

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