Kurt's Visit

Hello again.

 I know I haven't written in some time, but it's crazy here like always. Kurt came to visit last weekend and we had a great time. It was so nice to actually spend time together and take a walk, get a latte, and just go out to dinner. It's funny how life takes over sometimes and you get caught up in everything. The days we have together are few and far between for the next 8 months so its great when the world gives you a good weekend. The weather was amazing up here in Toronto and I was even off for most of the day on Monday so we had even more time. We dined at the CN tower and took a walk to the water. All of it was picture perfect. The harbour is actually very close to the airport, so he got to watch the planes go by all afternoon. I think that makes it a stellar date in his eyes. :-) It was a really great visit and I was very sad to say goodbye.

It's always more difficult after a visit. In the beginning, we said goodbye and we were strong and it was going to be fine and everything would be just life. Then you get those moments of pure happiness and letting it go again is more difficult. I am so lucky and blessed to have a love that is true and once in a lifetime. I know many of you will read this and think "oh newlyweds", or maybe you don't care, but I know that I will be as in love 10 and 40 years down the road as I am now. It is something I pray others can have in their lives. Now I'm just going on, but it's ok. I am completely in love with my husband. I miss him everyday. I found this quote on pinterest today and I thought it was appropriate...
"Distance is not for the fearful. It's for the bold, for those willing to spend a lot of time alone in exchange for a little time with the one they love. It's for those who know a good thing when they see it, even if they don't see it nearly enough."

Anyway, enough with the I love my husband shpeal. I am now sick with a wicked cold that has now knocked me on my tush for 4 days. I am hoping it goes away and am drinking orange juice and taking cold meds to help get rid of it. This has been going around the cast so I figured I would get it, but its really annoying. I just want it to go away. Blah!

As for rehearsals, they are going. Ha! We have strength training every other day which is difficult so I better be in the best shape of my life in another month. We started learning Toy Story, which is very challenging because of all the puppets. Lets add more skills to the resume. It is fun though, just a lot of information and parts to learn for us swings.

I hope everyone at home is doing well. I miss you all and hope to see you on a cruise soon!!

All the best,
Casey

Cats, Bats, An Agitated Vet Tech, and Ghost Underwear

Hello all,

Let it be known, this is not Casey Schmacey, but her mentally grounded husband...chiming in.  Some of you may have heard about a recent visitor that stopped by unexpectedly.  Here are some clues...it is a mammal, it flies, and it rhymes with cat. 

At approximatley 5am on August 25, I awoke to find a bat flying in my bedroom being chased by the cat.  So naturally, I hiked up my ghost boxer briefs and ran like hell out of the room.  I phoned home and asked my sister to take the cat to the vet a week early to get his rabies shot.  Meanwhile, with the bat closed in the bedroom I tried to go back to sleep.  But moments later, I heard pouncing in one of the spare bedrooms.  That little bugger managed to slip under the crack from the door and head to another room...and of course, Hemingway had joined in the hunt.  The soft pouncing I heard, was Hemingway's clawless feet.  I am sure he was cursing me that morning.  I ran downstairs, and moments later so did the bat.  Well, I leapt and the bat flew, and Hemingway pranced.  My sister was walking up the path to get the cat.  As she walked in the door, all I could yell was, "Get Down!"  The last thing we needed was to get smacked in the face by the bat.  The cat had heard Courtney so he ran under the couch, which has never protected him in the past.  I don't know why he thought it would work now.  She grabbed the cat as the bat flew around the living room.  The cat got loose and ran to the basement.  So, in our quick thinking, we army crawled to the basement and shut the door.  Luckily, somehow, before my sister arrived, I managed to find pants.  She demanded I get the carrier which was on the porch.  The bat was pacing back and forth between the stairway window and front door.  He wanted out and I needed the pet carrier.  I carefully opened the basement door, the bat exhausted still flying back and forth.  I grabbed my keys, left through the back door, and let myself in the front porch.  I grabbed the carrier and gave it to Courtney.  I then realized that our guest was hanging by the front door because he wanted to leave.  I then went back to the front door and used our Easter flag to carefully open the front door in which he flew out, circled the house, and then zoomed into the neighbor's tree.  He had overstayed his welcome, and at that point, both of us felt socially uncomfortable. 

Hemingway successfully made it to the spa...well, the vet, to receive his early rabies boosters since he saw this creature as his nocturnal game.  Which left me to make a decision.  What does one do to protect oneself when having a bat encounter?  Well, the wild life handlers recommend letting it out the window.  The CDC recommends capturing it, killing it, and have it evaluated for rabies.  That was not an option.  And I certainly would not harm my company.  The bat was free.  I was paranoid.  As I continued reading the literature, it suggested that any person who is asleep and awakens to find a bat in their room begin the post exposure prophylaxis treatment for rabies.  And that I did.  Seven shots later, I have one more to go on Saturday.  The exterminator could find no evidence of his return, his family, or friends.  So it was determined this was a fluke incident. 

However, with Halloween just around the corner, and with an evening of cats, bats, an agitated vet tech, and ghost underwear, I still wander through the hallways of our antique house ever so cautiously, should another bat stop by for my warm hospitality.  Oh yes, I almost forgot.  This bat did not end his visit without bringing a gift.  He pooped all over the upstairs bathroom.  At least he was in the right room.  Unfortunatley, it took quite a while to disinfect the floor. 

So, for any bat who is reading this blog, please visit someone else should you require human contact.  Although I find you entertaining and kinda cute, you have sent my anxiety and OCD through the roof and my therapist will be getting a call this week. 

Happy Blogging!

And now, in the most calm and mentally grounded fashion, I bid you goodnight.

Yours truly,
Kurt

I have to go, I feel the urge to stand on the roof, flap in the moonlight, and catch insects.