From New Hampshire to Connecticut
It was on the drive from New Hampshire to Connecticut that we lost Nix, Chuchulain, and Finnegan. I'm not using "lost" as a euphamism. We literally lost them, somewhere in MA. I was driving the U-Haul we had all of our stuff in from New Hampshire to Connecticut, and behind the U-Haul was our car. It didn't work anymore, the head gasket was blown, but we had it in tow and had put the cats in the back seat to enjoy the ride.
All of a sudden, there was a police officer behind us pulling us over. I took the next exit and he asked if we had lost a car. Indeed, the car was gone (and good riddance). But we were too late. Our over-zealous state troopers overseeing the overturned car in the large median told us that the cats inside were all still alive. But when we got there, one of them had opened the vehicle and they all scattered off the highway and into the woods. We spent some time calling for them, and later had even hired a pet detective to assist us in recovering them, but in the end we admitted that they were lost for good.
And who's to say that wasn't for the best. Because when we arrived in Connecticut, we stayed in a hotel for over 2 months before we got an apartment. My wife had receieved a job offer for IBM in Southbury, CT while we were in New Hampshire. So we packed up our stuff and just went. No place to stay, nothing planned. Just the knowledge that she had a job and we were moving to Connecticut now. The reason that I say it may have been for the best is that I doubt seriously if we could have found a hotel that would have accepted cats, especially on our budget (which was smaller than expected due to being us getting dicked by her new company).
I found a job doing desktop support at Aetna in Hartford, and we eventually did get an apartment in Meriden, not too far from the highway. Meriden is known as the "Crossroads of Connecticut" for a good reason: I-91, I-691, Route 66, Route 15, Route 5 all intersect within a few miles of one another. And it was in this apartment that we brought home our little baby girl, Audrial.
The day that Audrial was born I consider to be the highlight of my life. Best Day Ever. The elation I felt at holding her and telling my wife: "It's a girl" and clumsily cutting the umbilical cord. The look on my wife's face before her desperately matted and tangled hair. God had given me exactly what I prayed for, though I couldn't know it all at that time: a beautiful, healthy, intelligent, and well behaved child. As a man, I was very uneasy handling her, especially so young. I was afraid I would break her. But she was strong.
And so it came to pass that we brought her home, and my wife took some time off of work. But in a few months, all hell broke loose.
All of a sudden, there was a police officer behind us pulling us over. I took the next exit and he asked if we had lost a car. Indeed, the car was gone (and good riddance). But we were too late. Our over-zealous state troopers overseeing the overturned car in the large median told us that the cats inside were all still alive. But when we got there, one of them had opened the vehicle and they all scattered off the highway and into the woods. We spent some time calling for them, and later had even hired a pet detective to assist us in recovering them, but in the end we admitted that they were lost for good.
And who's to say that wasn't for the best. Because when we arrived in Connecticut, we stayed in a hotel for over 2 months before we got an apartment. My wife had receieved a job offer for IBM in Southbury, CT while we were in New Hampshire. So we packed up our stuff and just went. No place to stay, nothing planned. Just the knowledge that she had a job and we were moving to Connecticut now. The reason that I say it may have been for the best is that I doubt seriously if we could have found a hotel that would have accepted cats, especially on our budget (which was smaller than expected due to being us getting dicked by her new company).
I found a job doing desktop support at Aetna in Hartford, and we eventually did get an apartment in Meriden, not too far from the highway. Meriden is known as the "Crossroads of Connecticut" for a good reason: I-91, I-691, Route 66, Route 15, Route 5 all intersect within a few miles of one another. And it was in this apartment that we brought home our little baby girl, Audrial.
The day that Audrial was born I consider to be the highlight of my life. Best Day Ever. The elation I felt at holding her and telling my wife: "It's a girl" and clumsily cutting the umbilical cord. The look on my wife's face before her desperately matted and tangled hair. God had given me exactly what I prayed for, though I couldn't know it all at that time: a beautiful, healthy, intelligent, and well behaved child. As a man, I was very uneasy handling her, especially so young. I was afraid I would break her. But she was strong.
And so it came to pass that we brought her home, and my wife took some time off of work. But in a few months, all hell broke loose.
posted by Adam Skinner at 8/01/2004 04:05:00 PM
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