packing
Digital camera with extra batteries? Check.
Toothbrush? Check.
Passport? Check.
Doxycycline? Check.
Clean underwear? Check.
Sometimes, like when packing to travel nearly 9,000 miles when the destination has no easy-to-access stores, my OCD is quite annoying. The reality is, of course, that as long as I have my ticket & passport w/visa, I'll be fine. Refugees arrived with less than that.
But I like my comfort. For even the weekend I take soap AND facial cleanser, lotion AND facial moisturizer. They're all tiny little containers, but that's still funny to me. And to Dayton, who had never seen dental floss before.
I'm not really taking that much - I mean, I have two suitcases I'm hauling that I got to just under 50 pounds (the limit) each of things I'll want when I return there for the long-term. There's a pillow and cotton sheets and shampoo w/conditioner and instant coffee and squeeze jam and spray-in conditioner and lotion and vitamins and so much insect repellent and about 20 books and gifts and so on. Things I want, don't need. Everything in those bags except the books I plan to leave there next year if I don't use up.
I'm taking 90 pounds of unnecessary. As I was hauling around the 40 pound suitcase I was thinking, "Wow, I weigh about 30 pounds less than I did over a year ago. Now that feels so heavy to me." When I come back next week, it's back to weight loss - because even though I find it extremely annoying that my pants are too big for me already, another 30 pounds lost would put me in "healthy" range and I think my joints would thank me for not carrying around that extra suitcase all the time.
But my backpack, for the weekend, it's the lightest it's ever been. And all that's coming back really is the reading material I hope to get to on the plane - unless there are good movies playing, and then I'll read in the airport.
So, Dayton will probably feel that cross-cultural man thing of, "Oh my god, she's really moving in." Shrug. No sympathy. But I am so extremely happy at the thought of seeing him.
Dog is still there in the garage, and he looked so cozy that I fed him the last of the chicken by hand. He'd gotten up in the night to eat - he ate so much, and I'll stock the bowl before I leave. I wonder how long he's been hungry. He definitely weighs less than 10 pounds, and if he were to gain just a couple pounds he'd be seriously overweight. I just assume all dogs are like Selma and Otter - they eat until they're full, and then they stop - and offer all food to visiting stranger dogs. Those girls are the hostesses with the mostestes - which is only obnoxious with dogs with eating disorders. Richard would really fit in well with those girls because he's sweet like them (and not pushy like little Miss Selma can be, so she would still be the princess), but I'm sure I can't interest Susan in taking him - three is a kennel already.
All right. Time to go to work. STraight to LAX from there. Woo hoo.
Toothbrush? Check.
Passport? Check.
Doxycycline? Check.
Clean underwear? Check.
Sometimes, like when packing to travel nearly 9,000 miles when the destination has no easy-to-access stores, my OCD is quite annoying. The reality is, of course, that as long as I have my ticket & passport w/visa, I'll be fine. Refugees arrived with less than that.
But I like my comfort. For even the weekend I take soap AND facial cleanser, lotion AND facial moisturizer. They're all tiny little containers, but that's still funny to me. And to Dayton, who had never seen dental floss before.
I'm not really taking that much - I mean, I have two suitcases I'm hauling that I got to just under 50 pounds (the limit) each of things I'll want when I return there for the long-term. There's a pillow and cotton sheets and shampoo w/conditioner and instant coffee and squeeze jam and spray-in conditioner and lotion and vitamins and so much insect repellent and about 20 books and gifts and so on. Things I want, don't need. Everything in those bags except the books I plan to leave there next year if I don't use up.
I'm taking 90 pounds of unnecessary. As I was hauling around the 40 pound suitcase I was thinking, "Wow, I weigh about 30 pounds less than I did over a year ago. Now that feels so heavy to me." When I come back next week, it's back to weight loss - because even though I find it extremely annoying that my pants are too big for me already, another 30 pounds lost would put me in "healthy" range and I think my joints would thank me for not carrying around that extra suitcase all the time.
But my backpack, for the weekend, it's the lightest it's ever been. And all that's coming back really is the reading material I hope to get to on the plane - unless there are good movies playing, and then I'll read in the airport.
So, Dayton will probably feel that cross-cultural man thing of, "Oh my god, she's really moving in." Shrug. No sympathy. But I am so extremely happy at the thought of seeing him.
Dog is still there in the garage, and he looked so cozy that I fed him the last of the chicken by hand. He'd gotten up in the night to eat - he ate so much, and I'll stock the bowl before I leave. I wonder how long he's been hungry. He definitely weighs less than 10 pounds, and if he were to gain just a couple pounds he'd be seriously overweight. I just assume all dogs are like Selma and Otter - they eat until they're full, and then they stop - and offer all food to visiting stranger dogs. Those girls are the hostesses with the mostestes - which is only obnoxious with dogs with eating disorders. Richard would really fit in well with those girls because he's sweet like them (and not pushy like little Miss Selma can be, so she would still be the princess), but I'm sure I can't interest Susan in taking him - three is a kennel already.
All right. Time to go to work. STraight to LAX from there. Woo hoo.
posted by NOLA at 6:33 AM
2 Comments:
Woo hoo! We miss you already!
Have a great time, and I'll keep the "Whirlwinds" fresh-packed for ya!
I've missed a few days of MEEWT and look! So much has already happened!
I know you're in Africa already, hee hee, and hope you're having a great time there! =)
Richard! My heart bleeds! I woudl take him in in an instant - except I'd get beat down by my mom first, ha ha...oyyyyyy...I wanna help the little fella...
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