pack, pack, pack....
May. 26th, 2006 07:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
luciabI'm going camping this weekend to Sapphire Joust/Atlantian 25th B'day in Virginia. Whee! Lordamercy, every time I do this I forget how much trouble it is. I was originally planning to take my pavilion but realized that I have no way to get the poles up there-- a dozen+ poles, mostly 6' long with metal rods sticking out one end; the others even longer with metal rods sticking out. Oops. At that point I decided to take my modern oh-so-tacky dome tent, which goes up in a flash, and I can do it all by myself if I have to; no eyelash-batting required, no apprentice-whipping needed. Ya know, there's a lot to be said for that. (Surprisingly, my apprentice was encouraging me to take the pavilion. Huh?)
Livia and I are doing a food plan with Beatrice, which is the best of all worlds. She likes to cook, we like to eat. Not the least of the consideration is that not only does she like to cook, she's GOOD at it. Can't beat that with a stick. (Got any plans for Pennsic this year, B?)
The cats are all aflutter because they know when I get all this crap out, things are going to be lonesome for a while. I pulled the camping stuff out last night so they had lots of time to explore all the smells left over from last time. And when I was carrying stuff to the car, on one trip I didn't get the apartment door pulled shut, and every one of them stayed inside the apartment! That was a big relief. Maybe they've all been traumatized by getting out before and want no part of it; lord knows they had plenty of time to escape if they'd decided to.
Except for the one week back in April that was so hot our Canadian buddy wanted to flee home, it's been quite a cool spring. There have only been a couple of nights that I didn't want a blanket. And the 16" thick masonry walls of the apartment have helped keep it from getting hot, too. Well, today it warmed up. I mean, really. I haven't had time to get all the windows open from the top, which helps a lot, and the place is rather toasty. All the hair I've been growing out is pinned up off my neck in a most unflattering style. Nobody here but us chickens....
Gotta go finish packing. I'm supposed to pick up Livia at 7 AM tomorrow and if you know me you'll understand how thrilled I am to be planning to do something that early. Thank all that is sacred that she doesn't wake up quickly or chiripily, either. (Suuuure, that's a word. You know what it means.)
Livia and I are doing a food plan with Beatrice, which is the best of all worlds. She likes to cook, we like to eat. Not the least of the consideration is that not only does she like to cook, she's GOOD at it. Can't beat that with a stick. (Got any plans for Pennsic this year, B?)
The cats are all aflutter because they know when I get all this crap out, things are going to be lonesome for a while. I pulled the camping stuff out last night so they had lots of time to explore all the smells left over from last time. And when I was carrying stuff to the car, on one trip I didn't get the apartment door pulled shut, and every one of them stayed inside the apartment! That was a big relief. Maybe they've all been traumatized by getting out before and want no part of it; lord knows they had plenty of time to escape if they'd decided to.
Except for the one week back in April that was so hot our Canadian buddy wanted to flee home, it's been quite a cool spring. There have only been a couple of nights that I didn't want a blanket. And the 16" thick masonry walls of the apartment have helped keep it from getting hot, too. Well, today it warmed up. I mean, really. I haven't had time to get all the windows open from the top, which helps a lot, and the place is rather toasty. All the hair I've been growing out is pinned up off my neck in a most unflattering style. Nobody here but us chickens....
Gotta go finish packing. I'm supposed to pick up Livia at 7 AM tomorrow and if you know me you'll understand how thrilled I am to be planning to do something that early. Thank all that is sacred that she doesn't wake up quickly or chiripily, either. (Suuuure, that's a word. You know what it means.)
