"Have a great trip to Spain and BE SMART."
"Pace yourself and remember, less is more."
"Don't overdo it."
"I don't want you to call me from the hospital."
This is some of the advice that well-wishers have given me about the trip.
What, me overdo it?
I guess my friends know me well.
I am leaving at noon tomorrow to get to Diane's around 2. She'll drive me to the airport (as Joe Biden says, "Bless her soul" for carting me around) and I should get there around 3 for a 5:25 p.m. flight.
I'm not packed, but I do have piles which are about to go into the suitcase. Last night I had a "packer's nightmare" that only a woman, and maybe a few men, could have. I wasn't fully packed, but the bus (bus to where?) was about to leave, so I had to throw everything in my suitcase and dash out the door. When we were on our way I realized I had forgotten to wear or pack a necklace.
I was devastated. How could I enjoy a trip without a necklace?
I am truly my mother's daughter. For those who don't know, she was a jewelry designer and a firm believer in being properly accessorized.
I better go pack my necklaces now.