It’s been a while since I’ve drawn Puddles and Lil’ O. I’m going to revisit this again at some point.
The day started out like any other. I woke up at the usual time. My clothes were pretty casual. I went to the studio to do some work. But unlike any day, this one was going to have a special ending. With some well-wishes from my coworkers and a ring in my pocket, I made my way down to Olwen’s office to pick her up. On they way, I called Desmond to confirm the plans for tonight. Last year I was the cameraman when Des’ proposed to his schoolteacher girlfriend at her elementary school (think Meet the Parents). I wanted Desmond to be a part of this proposal, so I also asked him to videotape my proposal. He was in Yakima for an interview and was finishing at 4pm, so we needed to make sure that he was going to be beat to the house before us since Thanksgiving traffic can be unpredictable. We created some “signals” to use for the trip to time ourselves in the form of two phone calls from Des. The first call would be to chit chat about his interview; that call would let me know that he was leaving Yakima. The second call would be to talk about hanging out in Portland with his wife during the long weekend; that call would let me know he was a half-hour away from Portland. It was kind of cool plan to be covert with the fake calls, but like all well-thought-out plans, we never used them. Turns out Thanksgiving traffic never showed up on his route, so he beat us home by a good hour and a half.
I had over a month left until the proposal. The most difficult task now was to keep it all a secret from Olwen. My main concern was with her parents since they’re the ones that I probably would have the least control over. It turned out that leaks were coming out elsewhere.
After I picked up Olwen from the airport, we headed over to NewGen, my church fellowship. I had to give Olwen back her car, so I had her drop me off at the fellowship. We were hanging out on a couch when Christine spotted Olwen and walked up to us. She welcomed Olwen back and asked about her trip to Rwanda. And that’s when she said, “Wow, you guys have been doing a lot traveling. Nolen just got back from Toronto.”
She did not just say that.
I got about 5 hours of sleep that night. I usually have a habit of hitting the snooze button a dozen times before I get my day started, but I resisted and got up. It was around 9am EST, and no one else in the house was up yet. Candy had instructed me the night before about how to let myself out in the morning. As I was making my way to the garage, I bumped into her mom in the laundry room. She smiled and said something in Chinese that I couldn’t understand. I tried to act natural, smiled, and mumbled something incoherent as I headed to my car. I guessed she figured I was one of Candy’s friends.
My flight was scheduled for 1:30pm in Vancouver (YVR). I didn’t want to risk missing my plane, so I woke up that Friday morning at 6am to give me enough time to make the drive (2-3 hrs), get through the border (who knows), and check in my bags and going through security (2 hrs before my flight). As I was getting ready to leave, I decided to document my trip and snapped a couple photos starting with the alarm clock. Then I thought, what if I make a documentary of Puddles going to Toronto instead of me? So I started taking posing Puddles and taking pictures of him waking up, brushing his teeth, checking his email, etc.; making it seem like it was Puddles who was doing the traveling.
Hello, everyone! Many of you know by now that I have proposed to my girlfriend, Olwen, of nearly 17 months. I’ve thankfully received plenty of messages and Facebook postings from friends and family. Now that the holidays are over, I can start posting the details. I’ll probably end up breaking the story down into parts for easier reading.
NOTE: Sorry I’ve been a little skimpy on the entries for the last two days. I needed to catch up on some much-needed rest. I spent a little more time today to make up for lost time, which means I’ll need some more much-needed rest later :P
It has been quite a while since we spoke with Terrence the Terrific Turtle. Last we heard of him, his shell was stolen and was in need of a replacement. However, we were curious about the events surrounding the abduction of his shell. We managed to meet with him at the local delicatessen. Thank you for meeting with us, Terrence. So chap, how are you feeling as of late?
Hmmm… I suppose things could be better. What did you order today? Soup? What a splendid choice! I heard the soup at this establishment is exceptional, especially the turtle… excuse me… clam chowder. Anyhooty, let’s talk about your shell, how did you lose it?
Oh my. This is indeed unfortunate. I hope the proper authorities will nab that scoundrel. Don’t worry, Terrence, I’m sure you will see your shell again soon, then you’ll be feeling terrific as you did before. Oh, I see your soup is here. We better leave you be. Enjoy your lunch and Godspeed on your search. Farewell!