And I’m off!
I’m packing for a long weekend, beginning tomorrow. Originally, I was content to send Himself off to play in the woods while I stayed home – until I saw the hotel. The resort, actually. What kind of selfish person would I be to send him off alone to a suite?
Me: “You got a suite? Not a room?”
Him: “It was all they had left. What do I care, I’m not spending a lot of time in it.”
Me: “You do know what a suite is, right?”
Him: “Uh … yeah. Sure.”
Me: “I’d better come with you.”
So, it’s been a crazy few days of trying to get everything done and packed. I watered the plants, stopped the mail, the neighbors are checking in regularly, and I have a big note on the door to take out the trash before we leave. (We left once in July for a week, neither realizing the other hadn’t taken out the kitchen trash. We won’t make that mistake again.)
The packing is underway. Himself used to be amused at the list I make and check off but ever since he forgot his cell phone charger, medication, and socks, he no longer offers wise comments. He was amused that I checked the weather until I pointed out we would be an hour away from Canada and the nights could be as low as 34 degrees F and it might be wise to take a jacket, eh?
He did feel free to point out I didn’t need to take such a stack of books with me. Do you think a dozen paperbacks for a long weekend is too many?
Me neither.
See you next week!
You didn’t tell me it was a SUITE at a RESORT. And here I was thinking you’d be roughing it like last time. He’s going to have to drag you scratching and clawing out of that room. I’ll bet it comes with a fluffy white robe and everything. No wonder you’re taking 12 books.
September 29, 2010 at 8:02 AM