I hate the packing and preparing bit of "going away". I like being away, mind you, and I generally love getting home again (to my own bed and pillows.
Packing never used to be a problem. On my own, it was simply a matter of grabbing the basics and climbing into the car. I'd still do it that way if permitted.
We're heading off inter-state tomorrow morning and the total project has been chugging along all week.
Our roses have been deeply soaked (despite man having been hired to water - within the limits we're currently allowed), myriads of potential creditors have been warned we won't be around to pay them for a few weeks, everything wearable and not being currently worn has been washed (and must be ironed before we go), and the usual amount of cooking for the local grandies has been delivered.
This process is still much of a mystery to me, after 48 years. It is very clear that I have no executive role whatever - but I can't shoot off and entertain myself either, because I'm needed for jobs like lifting things, trying things on, emptying things and, this morning, doing the vacuuming. So I do unimportant things like checking the car tyres, checking emails, and philosophising on this blog.
In the meantime, I'm fully confident that we'll start our journey exactly at the time my darling will say she planned, and that we'll leave behind only the normal number of items "without which we can't possibly manage".
Just wait 'til I'm in the driver's seat!
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Great entry. It sounds so much like my own thoughts as we prepare to travel-and we will also be traveling south to California in a few days.
You need a Rottweiler to protect your home against intruders while you are gone.
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