One day this Fall, our daughter Grace said to us, "Do you want to come for Christmas?" She asked this question from her home in Spain. To make a long story very short, we said "Yes" and made a few plans. Quite a few. Here's where I am with them now.
I've got shoes that are passable, but they make too much noise when I walk. I've got a package to zip by the UPS store. We've got plane tickets, apartments planned, and train tickets. I've got neighbors to talk to, and IEP to present, 15 parent packages to give to my kids at school.....too much to do and only 2 days to pack it into!
Can't decide what to pack. Can't tell whether it will be "wintry warm" or "springlike chilly" in Paris, San Sebastian, Madrid or Barcelona. Don't know if we should bring the big camera, or just use the little one. (But why did we buy the big one in the first place? To take pix in places where we'll be!) Has the other daughter been "Christmased" yet? (or how about "birthdayed" too.) Thank heavens she has plans with her intended (Joel) for the holidays!
I'll get it all done, (except footware!) and by the time you hear from me again, we will be relaxed (?) and relatively calm (!) - - We'll see you all on the other side of the ocean.
