Sunday morning

Tomorrow I leave for Amsterdam and Paris. This was a bit of an impromptu trip, which is A-OK with me. I had every intention to spend tonight preparing for the trip, however, as is usually the case with me, I did nothing to prepare. Instead, I fell prey to OregganO’s simple and sexy text to stop by and see her new blinds. The girl is a tease. She knows I am a complete sucker for interior design. Oh, and she offered up some ‘coffee’ to boot.

We decided to walk to the store near her home so I could purchase some travel accessories – universal adapters and the like. I always enjoy a walk in OregganO’s hood. She is proper city living so the observations are both odd and endless.

I was telling OregganO about my luggage angst. I do not pack light, ever. My goal is to pack light this trip. Not one to disappoint easily, I won’t mind if I don’t reach this goal. OregganO offered me a lovely and packable shirt. I left her home to head to mine so I could pack and clean. In doing so, I left the shirt. So me. I did, however, remember the electrical tape. You see, the bleed line on my swamp cooler has a few holes and OregganO thought the electrical tape may be the elixir. I thanked her for sharing and told her I would wrap it around my hose in the morning.

MiniMe was anxiously awaiting my arrival. I told her I had some otter pops for her to take home. While trying to retrieve the otters from my car I realized the keys I had did not belong to me. I was perplexed. After ruling out several possibilities, none of which ended in a saucy hunk showing up at my pad to retrieve them, I figured out they probably belonged to OregganO. So, MiniMe gave me a ride to OregganO’s and we dropped them off to her. Did I retrieve the shirt? No.

MiniMe then dropped me off and headed to her house. About fifteen minutes later she returned with my bag full of travel accessories that OregganO and I braved the rain to retrieve. Apparently, I gave her the bag of accessories instead of the otter pops. If I make it to Europe in one piece, and with my luggage, it will be a complete miracle.

That said, I may be on a bit of hiatus. I think there will be internet in the places I will be staying, but I truly have no idea where I’m staying. I do know I’m staying with ‘friends.’ Doesn’t matter much to me. I’m easy like Sunday morning.

8 thoughts on “Sunday morning”

  1. On a Sunday morning sidewalk wishing Lord that I was stoned ‘cos something in a Sunday, makes a body feel alone.

    Have a good trip

  2. Ah, a little Kristofferson, nice, very nice. Holla!

    Thanks!!! We’ll see if I actually get to a computer each day – I may just run out of time….but I’ll try!

  3. I am solidly impressed in at least two ways. First, you knew the song. Second, you knew it was a Kristofferson song and not a Cash song.

    I don’t think you will make it to a computer everyday. I am surprised you even made to the plane on time.

    Remember this, freedom’s just another word for noth’in left to lose.

  4. Of course Veen, I’m a lover of many things, especially music.
    You are right, I am not making it to a computer everyday. Surprisingly I made it to the plane on time and somehow all of my stuff got here with me. Epic!
    Totally enjoying my freedom!!!

  5. When r u back in the US(SR)?

    My b-day is the 1st day of Summer and I plan to celebrate 2 days late at The Depot with Bob Dylan’s son. Want to come?

  6. Yes they will be there. Hope your trip was fun. Sleepless is calling me in the morning to plan tomorrow night. Missed you last night at Cannellas.

  7. Holla! Well I will wait to hear more details today. Thanks – sorry I couldn’t join you. Skiwi and Disco Dancing Dog Groomer planned a lovely evening on the bistro for me and I can never pass that up!

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