Two and a half hours before we leave for the airport for our flight to London. My husband has just put his giant load of laundry in the dryer. Laundry that he plans to wear on the trip. Laundry that has to dry and be packed. Meanwhile, I am packed, dressed, even wearing makeup. Estee Lauder 16 Hour - safe to wear this early because you have to crack it like a three minute egg to make it move. The husband in question is in search of a present for our hostess in Ireland (I suggested a Georgia wine a few weeks ago. He hated the idea but didn't come up with anything else, so Kennesaw's finest it is.)
By the time we leave, I will be a nervous wreck and my husband will be calm and relaxed. Au revoir, y'all. Be back with you all too soon!
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Thursday, September 6, 2012
From the Inconstant Blogger (Didn't Spencer say that?)
Regrettably, that title is too accurate. I have been distracted from my blogging and almost everything else lately by travel plans. I would almost always prefer to plan a trip than do anything else - even write.
Some time ago, one of my husband's friends began to encourage us to come visit him and his wife at their "getaway", which he built near a remote village in western Ireland. A getaway from his places in Paris and New England, that is. After much waffling (not by me) so that the trip would include visits to as many of my husband's U.K. friends as possible, we picked the fairly short notice date of midSeptember, when Ireland was assured of being windy, wet and chilly, just as it is the other twelve months of the year, but when London friends would also be available.
I have been to to the U.K. several times, went to Exeter U. for some International Law studies, and traveled pretty much the length and breadth of that beautiful island, but my husband has been once, and only to London, which is like saying that you've been to America, and only New York City.
This time we will go on the train to Salisbury to visit the Cathedral and marvel at the original Magna Carta and the first clock, and make a side trip to Stonehenge. We will dine with a vicar friend in a poor parish somewhat south and west of that, in his 500 year old farmhouse.
Let's hope the household plumbing has been updated. I cringe at sounding like a prissy tourist. I have traveled to places where the "loo" is a hole in the floor, so this will be better. And my daughter tops that, reminding me of the months she lived in remote Sikkim, high in the Himalayas, with only an unlit "pee ravine" where one balanced on two boards above a rocky-sided ravine, day or night, all weather.
But, not to dwell on plumbing. I am already packing my bags because it takes a lot more planning and materiel than it did when I threw a few things in a bag just hours before departure. I expect I will be on a travel thread for awhile before I refocus on writing issues. Consider it research.
Some time ago, one of my husband's friends began to encourage us to come visit him and his wife at their "getaway", which he built near a remote village in western Ireland. A getaway from his places in Paris and New England, that is. After much waffling (not by me) so that the trip would include visits to as many of my husband's U.K. friends as possible, we picked the fairly short notice date of midSeptember, when Ireland was assured of being windy, wet and chilly, just as it is the other twelve months of the year, but when London friends would also be available.
I have been to to the U.K. several times, went to Exeter U. for some International Law studies, and traveled pretty much the length and breadth of that beautiful island, but my husband has been once, and only to London, which is like saying that you've been to America, and only New York City.
This time we will go on the train to Salisbury to visit the Cathedral and marvel at the original Magna Carta and the first clock, and make a side trip to Stonehenge. We will dine with a vicar friend in a poor parish somewhat south and west of that, in his 500 year old farmhouse.
Let's hope the household plumbing has been updated. I cringe at sounding like a prissy tourist. I have traveled to places where the "loo" is a hole in the floor, so this will be better. And my daughter tops that, reminding me of the months she lived in remote Sikkim, high in the Himalayas, with only an unlit "pee ravine" where one balanced on two boards above a rocky-sided ravine, day or night, all weather.
But, not to dwell on plumbing. I am already packing my bags because it takes a lot more planning and materiel than it did when I threw a few things in a bag just hours before departure. I expect I will be on a travel thread for awhile before I refocus on writing issues. Consider it research.
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