OK, so maybe the dying metaphor was over the top. Well, how about a disaster? We were watching the local news, the local news, mind you, when there was a graphic report about a volcanic eruption in Reunion, which just happens to be one of the places we’re supposed to stop. No one dead, apparently (NBC Nightly News didn’t even bother to mention it – guess it doesn’t rate like Obama’s dog) – but the local broadcast noted that guests at several resorts had been evacuated. They had pictures of the lava too, which weren’t half bad for those who haven’t seen the “War and Peace version” at Reykjavik’s Volcano Show.
I guess packing for a trip, like running for a lifeboat with your prized possessions after the ship has struck, reveals your priorities. It’s now a bit before midnight, and we still aren’t completely packed. Actually, in truth, we’re hardly packed at all, except that I DO have three boxes of books and papers stowed away in our rented car and ready to go! Mary, as befits a B-school graduate, has pretty well taken care of business, but has only advanced enough in the packing sweepstakes to have piles of clothes scattered throughout the hall. Whatever, this is bound to be better than our first trip to Jerusalem. On that occasion – for those of you who haven’t heard the story – she got food poisoning at a restaurant dinner the night before, and Mr. Tucker and “the bad builder” (the unlicensed one) and I were throwing everything she’d put out into suitcases the next morning, unaware that we were packing both the “take” and the “reject” piles. Now that was an interesting departure.
I wouldn’t put this in the same league, only by the time we get to bed late and wake up early for our multistate drive down to Georgia, we’ll both be jetlagged out of our tiny minds. Which is why that’s all you’re getting tonight!
Monday, January 4, 2010
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