Packing

First we had to go through a few things we didn't unpack from our three trips to BsAs in 2008.
Mike and I were determined to get it all in 2 suitcases and 2 carry-ons. About 1/2 way through the list my bag was already 42 pounds- only 8 to go to the 50 limit and my tango shoes were still in a pile. I scrambled to the attic to look for another smaller bag and threw in my tango shoes, plugs and a bunch of stuff on the bed totally disorganized. EVERY time we go away I say I won't do that, but at the last minute in it all goes in a jumble of junk.
The screeners at the airport will love this one. At least we decided to forgo the 5 jars of peanut butter that were lovingly packed in double zip-locks last November.
Mike comes along and says, "I need to charge my Kindle" I gave him a glassy stare and a glance at the jumble in the suitcase. He said he'd charge it in Buenos Aires. SMART MAN! The driver is coming around 3:30 and every time I glance at the clock my heart races a little too much. The 350 cholesterol lurks in the back of my mind when the ticker ticks harder. The driver today is Darryl. Darryl was supposed to drive us to Sloan Kettering for Mike's horrid Clinical Trial in February, but Gene came in as a last minute substitute. Darryl's 62 year old wife had died unexpectedly the week before. This also plays on my mind, as our ride to Kennedy is often filled with stories about Darryl, his wife and their interesting, never-again-to-be cruises. Being a Great Worrier instead of a Great Warrior, I worry that Darryl and "I Don't Even Know Her Name" never had or will have the immense joy from a 3 minute Argentine tango.