Butterflies

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I took Hannah to the airport this morning, and I had a call from her in her layover in Charlotte. After dropping her off, I went to work and wrote a letter of recommendation for a student; one of the numerous things I needed to do before leaving town. There are still several for tomorrow — mow the lawn, take garbage to the dump, charge camera and phone, final bits of packing, etc.

Now I’m at the point where I feel just a bit agitated. I feel like I’m forgetting something, but I’ve been over the list of stuff several times. I always feel like this before leaving on any trip. I’ll review all the packing again tomorrow.  Probably more than once.

7 Responses to “Butterflies”

  1. kicking_k says:

    Good luck. Hope the repacking isn’t too stressful.

    I always reckon that so long as you have plenty of underwear and socks, things can’t get too bad.

  2. Cabell says:

    K: I once visited the Netherlands for two weeks with a single pair of socks. Since then, I am compulsive about checking and rechecking to make sure I’ve got them.

  3. Allen says:

    I’m not taking underwear OR socks. I’m wearing bike shorts and bike sandals. I’ll have to be compulsive about something else.

  4. Cabell says:

    Oh my god. I am NOT giving up underwear for cycling.

  5. Reno says:

    Bike shorts *are* underwear.

    I once went on a bike trip to NZ — their summer — and forgot my swimsuit.

    By god, on my next trip (to the San Juan Islands, our summer) I remembered my swimsuit! Yes indeed!

    I forgot my front wheel.

  6. Allen says:

    Ha! Although both front wheels and swimsuits can be purchased, I suppose.

  7. Reno says:

    I did purchase a swimsuit in Coramandel, a nice modestly cut one-piece with alternating black and white panels. I was pleased with the find because I really hate revealingly cut suits, and that’s pretty much all else I found.

    Imagine my dismay, two towns later, when I finally got into the water and saw all the white panels turn transparent.

    As for front wheels, I managed to borrow one from a friend of a friend in Seattle, no mean feat given that my touring bike has 27″ (not 700c) wheels.

    Of course, I then left my helmet in my friend’s Seattle apartment and had to rent one for the week from a bike shop in San Juan…

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