Will consult resident techie about getting wav files on the blog, but for now, this is the song we are singing.
Marcia has bested me at low weight with a 13.5 kilo big bag (that would be 10 lbs less than mine). Of course, this is only clothes and toiletries and shoes. I'm lugging my breakfast from May-July and our picnic supplies and stuff you don't even want to know about. Still, she wins the weight battle and has a nifty little orange duffle type bag that a baby could lift to a high shelf.
We have a week to go before takeoff. My strategy is to leave my suitcases zipped shut and ignore them for a week. That being said, I am wondering if I remembered to put the lens cleaners in the backpack. Packing neurosis. Perhaps I will sneak them in Marcia's bag.
Next week there are two trips to Gainesville for various appointments-dental, massage, accupuncture, etc. There are three more aquasize classes and there could be more if I wish or find myself waking up at some ungoddessly early hour. The shades have new batteries, ditto the smoke dectectors. We have been eating the most fabulous things out of the freezer in an effort to clear out some room. Last night there were steaks on the grille which have turned into fajitas for lunch and a salad panzenelle for dinner. Works for me!
My brother, Danny is making reservations for us at a lovely restaurant in Ft. Lauderdale. He swears that Marcia's Christmas dinner white truffel risotto has ruined him for any other risotto, but he is willing to step down for something less at Blue Moon if need be. He's such a good sport.
All that remains is keeping busy till takeoff time. My strategy today was to go to the ceramics shop and work on glazing a birdhouse. I recommend it for stress reduction. Just dab and daub various colors of glaze here and there and all else goes away. Tra-la.
I came home, walked in the Cronemobile Cathedral and just a few feet over my head hawk went flying by. I take this as a good omen.
KG