And ready to go

First – thank you all so much for the well wishes on the upcoming trip. I have my checked bag ready to go complete with all the last minute things that get stuffed from the sides or the top. You know the things – anything that might have to be taken out or needs to be in a zip lock bag for TSA.

I also have embroidery scissors which might just explain why I am checking a bag – it is just not worth potentially losing very pretty, some what expensive pointy things because someone might think I could use them to stab someone. Hello? I cross stitch. That lets me more than vent enough stabbing motions. Besides, as a good friend said – why on earth would I want blood on my needles or scissors? It could ruin the finish or blunt the points. 

I think I have now found everything but hair bands and scrunchies. I even found both my British Airways frequent flyer number which I haven’t used in a few years – but hey – American Airlines. And my Lufthansa one for the United flight on the way back.  I am taking BART to the airport, there is no way I would sentence anyone to drive in rush hour traffic around here – and with a 2100 flight, there is no way to avoid it.

Tonight, flights – tomorrow Miami and on to St Maarten!

 

About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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