Tuesday, June 27, 2006
The Captain has Turned on the Fasten Seat Belt Sign....
Actually, we're not quite that close to taking off for Finland yet, but we're getting there. Saturday is only a few days away! I am very excited to be able to visit my family and home again. It's been just over two years. I am feeling especially fortunate to squeeze this visit in because initially we thought we would have to skip Finland and go straight to New Zealand - so there is a plus to all of this waiting for the visas. And I am incredibly blessed to be paid through the summer for my school position and yet have all of this time off. Hmph, I guess the Universe does know what it is doing after all? ;-)
So far the stuff I have gathered to take with us (Bobelia, these are your next clues for a new personality profile......):
- 2 Wall-mounted Cat Corner Brushes, "Cat-a-Combs" (if you have cats and don't have this - you need one!!)
- 6 Elvis shot-glasses
- too many toddler-to-4-year old outfits to count....
- bacon bits
- latest Oprah Magazine
- a parachute
Seems like I've got almost all the essentials...
Actually, if you were a member of my family (and this is STRICTLY referring to my mother's side of the family!!!), you would know that this isn't even close to the weirdest stuff we've lugged over the ocean. You have to know, I come from a long line of women whose skills in the art of packing for trips are, well, overflowingly overabundant - overly so. When I was eight, I went on a SKIING trip (this is an important detail) to Lapland with my mother, her cousin and my second cousin. We piled into our '75 Saab 96. There was so much luggage some of it had to be strapped onto the roof. Less than 20 miles into our 600+ mile trip the the poor (Swedish) car overheats. My dad is overjoyed to come rescue our overloaded, overheated pile of (Swedish) junk. We couldn't switch vehicles with him, because the other vehicle was smaller - and, as you already know, we had some luggage. After some coolant, swearing, waiting and doing that shifting-from-one-foot-to-the-other-because-your-toes-are-freezing dance, the adults decide that maybe (!!??!!) we need to send some of the luggage back with my dad. So, naturally, we go on without our skiis.
Now I ask you, how is a child supposed to grow up in that kind of an environment and turn out to be a normal packer?
The BEST piece of luggage I ever owned was one of those expandable (........whaaat.....?.......) bags. It had three extra zippers that zipped around only to reveal another heavenly layer of EXTRA room for important STUFF! When packed to its maximum capacity - hey, they wouldn't have made it that way if it wasn't suppopsed to be used! - the bag was about 4 feet taller than I am. One time Bruce and I made a human & luggage sandwich at the top of the escalator at the Helsinki airport because the bag fell on its side and got stuck. I'm sure it looked like the escalator was trying to give birth to a shipping container. Sadly, that bag is no longer with us. I think its zipper and wheels busted from undue pressure. I'm pretty sure the thing was made in Sweden.