My Bags Are Packed and . . .

Except they’re not! Instead I’m lying in bed writing this blog while the bed in the guest bedroom remains covered in all the gear for the trip. My most recent interaction with said gear has been taking guests to look at it, as if they were being introduced to some elderly, crotchety relative who lives in a back bedroom, or to view an important but obscure work of art. We gaze upon the equipment reverently, with appropriate looks of awe, and I secretly wish I had less reverence and more knowledge about all of it.

Same As It Ever Was
Same As It Ever Was

In any event, the daunting task of packing, together with other last minute activities, remains. It’s been a harried week, with work and a week long visit from our daughters who are briefly in town (but who have shown little interest in helping their aged parents pack). I can no longer use this blog as my vehicle for procrastination today.

I hope to have decent internet access here and there. Please excuse any typos in posts from the road as they may well be written on my phone. To Russia, With Love!

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3 thoughts on “My Bags Are Packed and . . .

  1. Melanie June 21, 2014 / 3:13 pm

    Enjoy the journey! Looking forward to being regaled by the stories.

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  2. gjustice1 June 21, 2014 / 3:17 pm

    Safe journey you two! Can wait for future posts!

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  3. Roz Ray June 21, 2014 / 8:46 pm

    That looks like a LOT of stuff to pack. Hope you get it all in and have a great adventure.

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