Flying out this morning on a whirlwind tour of family: my dad for three days, my mom for three days, Mike’s family for five days. Flying to Maryland and to Chicago, fun fun fun.
With my terror of boredom, I’ve packed not one but three knitting projects, five or six novels, the just-finished shawl for fringe twisting, and Doramay Keasbey’s Pattern Techniques for Handweavers. Plus, of course, my handy laptop. You could probably drop me on a desert island for eleven days and I’d be just fine.
But this is my own peculiar manifestation of motion sickness: I am completely unperturbed by the prospect of dying horribly in a plane crash, but the idea of five hours with nothing to do is absolutely terrifying. Also, in my experience visiting relatives, my sleep cycle is far enough from the norm (I typically wake up at dawn) that I have a fair amount of free time, so I tend to bring enough stuff to keep me occupied with a variety of things.
All that said, I’m still bringing an absurd amount of stuff. But this is not Southeast Asia, and I am not trekking about with all my worldly belongings on my back. So I feel no particular need to cut down.
If I owed you an email, I will probably continue owing you an email for some time; I’m not sure what Internet access I’ll have at my mom and dad’s. I think my dad has wireless, but I’m certain my mom doesn’t.
Off to Maryland!
