View from the deck of the house where we'll be staying
We're busy packing for a vacation in Inverness/West Marin.
This morning I thought, no wonder older people stop traveling--it's not dreary airport scene or mobs on the freeways; it's all the stuff you have to remember to take with you! What if we forget to take this, this, and this?
Straight out of bed, I made a list: "Things Especially Not to Be Forgotten."
Top of the list: several Cheeseboard pizzas to serve as dinner for many, many nights. The partially-baked ones freeze quite well.
Second on the list: Several bottles of Prosecco to accompany the pizza.
Not on the list: healthy vegetables to accompany the pizza, although we're going to buy them and haul them over there.
Third on the list: my reading glasses, so I can read the completely unrealistic number of books I've packed up, only to be distracted by the books I find in the house we're renting.
Fourth: My make-up tray, purely for morale purposes (although my glaucoma drops are stored there, too.).
We take two cars for two weeks and forty miles. I've packed a sewing machine, flannel design wall, fabric, and two albums of photos to be labeled, among other things. Jerry's car is packed with moth-collecting gear, his top priority. Occasionally he counts his underwear, but as far as I know, he hasn't packed any clothes.
More later--
P.S. Isn't it hotter than the hinges of Hades? It was the 90's in Berkeley yesterday, and it's supposed to be just about as hot in Pt. Reyes.
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