Friday morning begins yet another adventure.
First, I head for Woodstock to have lunch with my Urban Geography prof from last fall. She and her partner have a lovely house in the woods that I have heard a lot about. Can't wait to be surrounded by its leafy, bird-tweety goodness. Plus there will be good natured granolahead chatting as she is a feng shui chick, too.
Next, it's off to Long Island to spend a couple of days with my friend Barbara. On the agenda is a Bikram yoga class, a day at the beach, and of course, an evening at "the club" where we will eat fancy schmancy food and get treated like princesses and listen to a man in a tuxedo croon as he caresses a piano and afterwards drive around in her convertable singing Kelly Clarkson songs. And of course there is bound to be "shopping at Barbara's" and lots of serious girl talk and chats with her 12 year old little man and Long Island nightlife which is always a gas.
And then Sunday morning at 6 a.m. I head for the airport so that I can make the 8:30 flight to England.
Yep. We're doing it. After several months of various types of His and Her insanities, a ticket was purchased, bags were packed, homes prepared for imminent girl inhabitation, new underthings procured, how much and what to do and what to finish lists made and filled, and as of Sunday evening, July 31st at approximately 8:30 p.m. London time, two people will be smooching and hugging in Heathrow.
It's a darn good thing I had the great sense to use that student emergency loan to purchase a passport back in June, huh??? :)
And also there is this: I miss writing to you. I miss your comments. I miss your presence. I miss your stories and sweetnesses shared. I even miss your bad jokes :) And so I will be writing to you from England, posting pics and stories as I go about this next outrageous turn of events.
May this find you enjoying, contemplating, plotting, and planning outrageous events of your own . . .