I've just completed about a month of non-stop travel. I'm glad to be home. I have a mild bit of upper respiratory crud - but really, when you've heard the story, I suspect you'll think I'm as lucky as I think I am...
It goes something like this...
Work sends me to Seattle for a 1-day powow - this necessitates getting on a plane on a Monday afternoon, and spending all day Tuesday at the offices, and then returning late Tuesday night.
It was a good day, and totally worth it. I got to see friends Monday night, and have a run around a pretty lake, along with all the work, which filled my head up to the brim with stuff to think about.
I go to work Wednesday and Thursday. Wednesday night I go to the usual stretching class, Thursday I sew (after all, CoCo is the next weekend...!) and then pack for...
Friday. I take off to go to the wedding of eqe
's brother and his lovely J, in the greater Boston area. We return Sunday night. For the fashionistas, I wore a 40's garden party dress by Peterman, with bolero.
Thus ends the first week.
I go to work Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. Tuesday night I have a fantastic aerials class, Wednesday is again, stretching, and I sew every night, especially Wednesday night. Late on Wednesday night I throw clothes and costumes into many suitcases in preparation for an early Thursday departure.
Thursday morning I drop eqe
at his peninsula offices and keep going south. I get to Costume College around 16:00, which was my planned arrival time. I stop for exactly 30 minutes on the entire drive down to eat peanut butter, honey, and dried fruit rollups on wheat tortillas (which are DELICIOUS, I might add), and to put gas in my little blue rollerskate of a car. Then I drive on.( Collapse )
I drove home from CoCo, leaving LA around 11:00, and landed at home in time for dinner. I ate, unpacked, and then slept.
Thus ends Week 2.
I went to work for a full day on Monday. We met our housesitter and had dinner, and then I packed Monday night. Tuesday I went to work with a small rolling suitcase and a backpack, and Tuesday at 4pm we got on BART to head to SFO.
Off to Europe for our summer vacation! We got back Monday night around 17:00.
Thus ends Weeks 3 and 4.
I'm happy to be back, astonished at the amount of stuff I have (having just lived quite happily for 2 weeks on the contents of a small suitcase, in a sweetly but sparsely furnished rented apartment), and looking forward to cleaning out stuff for the Costumer's Bazaar. I will definitely be bringing some full costumes that just don't fit ye olde aerialist's physique anymore, so if we're near to a size, you might score some killer deals! (Off-the-rack size 6-8 petite, FWIW)
Now, onward towards my birthday, Dickens, and the close of the year!