The first day.

So. Today...
Man, today was a doozy.

As of today my husband is the captain of a Canadian warship.
As of today, I am a captain's wife.

There is, of course, all the usual pomp and circumstance that goes with becoming a commanding officer of a ship (or whatever). There is ceremony, there is dressing up, there is tradition. There are all eyes on him, on me, on other people of importance (not that I am important, just that I am the capain's wife). It is (and was) as far from what I thought I would be as I ever thought I would be.

But, there is more...

Today we also took possession of our house. Perhaps even our forever house??? We'll see but I hope. My dream has always been to have a forever house...a place to plant an apple tree and see it come to fruition. (Get it, fruit, fruition?) I am a gardener and, man, does this house have a garden. Well, it has good bones of a garden, but I have a lot of work to do.

And the house...well, it's a 1969. It got a really bad dye job somewhere along the line. It's got some 1976, some 1985 and alot of 1998. I'm not sure where I'm going to go with that...BUT, I do know that I'm going to restore it to some semblance of something good. How's that for vague?

So, all that plus running around in fancy clothes with two teeny kids, collecting keys from the realtor, finding a decent looking sweater to go with my fancy, captain's wife outfit (because when I packed in Ottawa it was 34 degrees with a humidex of 44 and I couldn't even fathom the thought of non scorching so I didn't pack anything for coldish),all while fighting crazy traffic and road construction to let the painters into our house across town (cause I just couldn't handle the teracotta pink walls in the front entrance and living room...the rest I'll do in time). Talking to myself, teaching my kids to say nasty things at other drivers, pedestrians, road workers, myself...

12:50 we pull into the dockyard. 13:15 we smile proudly and take our seats in the front row with other dignitaries and family members. 13:30 captain's wife.

Anyways, there's more to today (like my 88 year old Gran falling on the ship as she tried to make her way through a doorway, the hoopla that went with that, the medics, ship's doctor, ambulance, hospital) but, I'm tired and this is long enough for a first blog post ever. I'd add a picture (cause I love a blog with pictures) but my camera battery died yesterday and I lost the battery charger in Montreal a month ago.

Such is my life. Non-stop adventure...or perhaps just normal but adventurous to me.

Anyways,this is going to be quite the year. I feel the start of a super learny learning curve. And this is part of it...something I've been thinking about for awhile.

So, without further ado...Welcome to my blog.

I'm so excited to see what happens next!