Good morning, it's five o'clock, this is your wake up call.
I did not order a wake up call! I hardly slept…
Well get going, you said you were stuck as to what to pack.
I am. I cannot decide. It’s cold and hot at once, I need different things for hiking, for working, for biking, for beaching, for riding the iron rooster. Late last night, I stared at my closet for one hour then, disgusted, fell asleep.
Me, I had no problem..
You’re only going for two weeks, I’m going for two months!
…I took out all the shirts that didn’t have holes, as you don’t like holes, and stuffed them along with clean underwear, into a duffle bag…
So starts my trip. The bus leaves in two hours and I am stuck on what to pack. Moreover, the post office and I are in dispute. They only hold mail for thirty days. What’s the matter with people, doesn’t anyone take off for two months anymore? I do not understand Americans.
In the meantime, Ed, my singularly original travel companion is calling again.
My asparagus is up!
Great. Jeans or chinos, jeans or chinos…
You have to try some before you leave.
It is 9 in the morning, the bus leaves in two hours and I am not asparagus inclined. But take a New York boy and place him on a (mini) farm and he gets, well, excited when things come up.
So if I miss the bus it is because I am steaming asparagus and steaming at the post office and wondering what to pack. God, what a sunny day.
6 hours ago
My suggestion is that you travel light, shop THERE as you go along, and have a great trip!
ReplyDeleteLili
I love how you have to leave in 2 hours and you haven't finished packing and you have this problem with the post office, yet you still find time to write a blog post!
ReplyDeleteHow do you do it?
And my advice is to pack the jeans and the chinos. Easy, right?
Lili, I always take seriously what you say. I will do it!
ReplyDeleteTonya, I made it to the airport bus with 6 minutes to spare! How about that! But I still have a handful of exam Qs to write. I wanted to do it now, instead of blogging and email, but I am abuzz with champagne. It's free. Ah, the French.
If this is Ed's first asparagus crop, it represents the first happy payoff of a three-year investment. Woo hoo!
ReplyDeleteEven if it's not the first crop, it's still a payoff. Most people don't even bother trying with asparagus.
chuck, you are so right. He met me beaming. 11 oz and 7 stalks! Wee hoo indeed. Unfortunately, I had run out of time and arrived to late to indulge, being as undecided as I was about what to pack, so he had to sadly eat the first crop alone.
ReplyDeleteOn the subject of clothes, are you a clothes hawk? Ed took a small duffle bag, half empty. he said it was as full as it was because he took five books, being undecided about what he wanted to read. It's like me taking five shirts, undecided what I may want to wear. I took three fat books for two months. He took five for two weeks. What does it say about us? Of course, he reads when I blog...
I would have offered to give you a ride to the bus today but, knowing me, I would have been running late and likely caused you to miss your bus.
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear that you got off o.k. though. Looking forward to reading your updates.