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it's a good day for driving
Jun. 30th, 2009 05:04 pmMy oh my, the hour is fast approaching! Today has mostly been a whirlwind of packing and cleaning and music organising, with breaks in between to re-dye the fading purple streaks in my hair (and add some pink highlights), fetch nibbles for the road, read Howl's Moving Castle, and snuggle the cats I won't see for two weeks. (Two weeks with no cats? What kind of a holiday is this?) Suitcases have left my bedroom, I managed to find places for everything at last, and can now actually think because there isn't a great awful mound of stuff everywhere. Bookbag weighs rather a lot and looks like this. Er... yes. There are three more books in my computer bag, and one more -- the one I'm reading now -- in my satchel. And then there was this. ^-^
Two spots of good news -- firstly, apparently there was some nasty faux pas with the rental car we're driving from Philadelphia to Cape Breton in (we don't trust our rickety old van for that long, so we'll pick up my aunt in the Philly area and then go get the rental), and they were giving us a smaller one than we'd requested and paid for, but after my parents complained, they relented and gave us a larger vehicle than we'd requested, with no extra cost. So, uh, we're driving to Canada in a twelve-passenger van. There will be seven of us and quite a lot of gear and luggage, and I am highly relieved, because Dad was starting to tell me highly ridiculous things such as "pack your books in your suitcase". (I was prepared to sit on my bookbag rather than go on holiday without them.)
Secondly, about a week ago I won an auction for (or rather, was the only bidder on) a lovely Patty Griffin poster, which arrived today. It's small, but not too small (eighteen inches tall), and so pretty, and was only seven dollars, including shipping. It certainly lends an air to my bedroom; how very marvellous! In that musical vein, used grandmother's birthday money to buy myself Linford Detweiler's other two solo piano albums for the trip, as I have wanted them for two years now. His song titles are so gorgeous and evocative. "We Dream an Ocean in Ohio", "Emma Grace Takes Off Her Glasses", "New Thrift Store Dress". ♥
Well, ought to be loading things, making certain my books are with me, and plugging the laptop into the converter for the cigarette lighter. Eep! There's a lovely cool misty rain outside, making everything alive and verdant, and a black cat curled up at the foot of my bed, and oh dear my bags are all so heavy...
Two spots of good news -- firstly, apparently there was some nasty faux pas with the rental car we're driving from Philadelphia to Cape Breton in (we don't trust our rickety old van for that long, so we'll pick up my aunt in the Philly area and then go get the rental), and they were giving us a smaller one than we'd requested and paid for, but after my parents complained, they relented and gave us a larger vehicle than we'd requested, with no extra cost. So, uh, we're driving to Canada in a twelve-passenger van. There will be seven of us and quite a lot of gear and luggage, and I am highly relieved, because Dad was starting to tell me highly ridiculous things such as "pack your books in your suitcase". (I was prepared to sit on my bookbag rather than go on holiday without them.)
Secondly, about a week ago I won an auction for (or rather, was the only bidder on) a lovely Patty Griffin poster, which arrived today. It's small, but not too small (eighteen inches tall), and so pretty, and was only seven dollars, including shipping. It certainly lends an air to my bedroom; how very marvellous! In that musical vein, used grandmother's birthday money to buy myself Linford Detweiler's other two solo piano albums for the trip, as I have wanted them for two years now. His song titles are so gorgeous and evocative. "We Dream an Ocean in Ohio", "Emma Grace Takes Off Her Glasses", "New Thrift Store Dress". ♥
Well, ought to be loading things, making certain my books are with me, and plugging the laptop into the converter for the cigarette lighter. Eep! There's a lovely cool misty rain outside, making everything alive and verdant, and a black cat curled up at the foot of my bed, and oh dear my bags are all so heavy...
