Sunday, October 7, 2007

Vacation Countdown.

This time next week I will be at my son's house in Asheville, trying to decide what to do about dinner. I need to start the vacation preparations early, so I am not a frantic mess on Saturday, as I try to remember to get cash for drive through on the road, fill Baby with gas, etc., and leave sufficient pet supplies for Girl, who will be working her usual long hours and going to classes 4x a week and can't run around buying things I might forget. I must be sure I have sufficient clean clothes and all the electrical cables to charge all the devices that I will be bringing, because, yes, it's sad, I must have them. I need to pack my own sheets and pillows, because Boy's house is not lavishly appointed (to put it mildly). I am also bringing random surplus computers and parts, so he and his friends can either strip 'em down or soup 'em up for use by various friends' kids.

I need a shopping list for yarn, too, because while I'm there I will of course end up at two of the three shops I visited last year. Earth Guild and Yarn Paradise are definitely on the hit list. I will indulge in a manicure and pedicure, and I will bring, and buy, books.

Time to read and knit, without the nagging distractions of a house that needs cleaning and laundry to do and needy dogs, and food to be purchased and cooked - yeah, I'm getting old, reading, knitting, hiking, and a pedicure - that's a delightful vacation.

But I did not win the lottery last night, so I will not be asking a realtor to find my new home. I would still move there if I could figure out that whole working for a living thing, but that's stumping me.

Boy will be on his way elsewhere in a few months, on his first Corporate Relocation. He is ambivalent, he's not crazy about the destination but it's a good line for the resume and a good opportunity.

Meanwhile, because my life is never whole without a dose of Mother Crazy, the latest is that she has been having alot of pain in her leg, and had an MRI last week, with a tentative diagnosis of radiculitis. Which is a catch-all diagnosis, but I'm pretty sure she didn't get it from playing touch football, so it looks like this is going to be the latest chapter in the Ongoing Drama. Because she's 81 and still surprised by every aspect of this aging thing, and being happy to be alive and in her own home at 81 honestly hasn't occurred to her. I don't mean to sound flippant, but plenty of people half her age have this and get up and go to work every day - I remind her of this when the Drama gets too deep.


Bess said...

Ooooo. The weather for Asheville looks to be perfect.

sallyjo said...

You aren't leaving a number where you can be reached directly, are you?
Just saying.

Catherine said...

Darn cellphones aren't very reliable in the mountains, just leave a message and I'll call you back. Later. :-)

ellen said...

I must be old too - the vacation plans sound perfect. Enjoy!

Sue Woo said...

Beep when you go by. I know you'll have a great time!