Well, here we are again with the educating. Rudy became a pro in the world of Sarasota. And in the process she became a pro at riding in her crate in the car for long long trips.
And here we are at Chautauqua, and a whole new batch of educating is going on. Chautauqua is not like Sarasota. The people are closer. There are more of them. Even in this couple of days before the season really starts there are lots of new faces to see, new routines to learn. One must be pleasant. One must be friendly. One must be. . . .well. . . not a bitch. Which is hard when one is a bitch by definition.
After a long day of driving and unpacking and reacquainting, and moving in, I decided last night, after apparently too much iced coffee on the trip, that I had to stay up all night to make sure Rudy would not bark at random sounds. My apartment this year is next door to the one I've had in the past years. I really like this one. I traded with my friend Susan who wanted the middle apartment this year. There is a great place for Rudy's crate in the back closet which has a curtain in front of it and which buffers her from light and sound, hopefully. So at 3 in the morning when I'm still awake doing all the worrying for both of us, and the emergency siren went off 4 times consecutively (a common occurance here at all times of the day), Rudy did not make a peep. When we heard the people upstairs, who own this place, use the bathroom in the middle of the night, Rudy did not make a peep. When I used the bathroom in the middle of the night, right next to said closet containing said dog, Rudy stirred but did not make a peep. When will I learn that it is not necessary to worry about things which only MIGHT happen. My dog was an angel. So far.
Anyway, Sandy said that if things did not work out, she would drive the 4 1/2 hours half way to here to make the switch and take Rudy back home with her. What a friend.
And speaking of worrying. . . one of the topics my caffeine-ridden brain grappled with last night was the fact that I left all the theater tickets I bought for the plays up here back at home in a big black plastic container in my closet. Well, I used up a good two hours with that one. I emailed Sandy and hopefully she will go over there, find the tickets and mail them to me. Seems like much less to ask than driving 4 1/2 hours to pick up a delinquent dog!!
So here I am. . . . technically day 1. It's so beautiful outside I cannot even describe it. Well, I could describe it.. . . . but how many times can you say "crystal clear blue sky and fresh air" before people start resenting it. And 48 degrees. I walked Rudy in a sweatshirt today! I have errands to run this morning and then over to put a few hours in getting choir folders ready for Friday night's first rehearsal. Rudy is going to start learning that I come and go around here. But I never get too far away from her.
My 7th year of coming to Chautauqua (3rd year full-time) has begun. In spite of my lack of sleep, I'm ready for this day and all to come. Stay tuned!!
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