At least, I think British Airways still has planes that are silver. Maybe they’re white now.
So I have one back up to 45.? lbs and nothing else will fit in the darn thing. The other bag is posing quite the problem due to a lack of space. Seriously. I only have 27 lbs of stuff in it, and I have a limit of 51. I NEED to get more in that bag. So I think I’ll have to take a trip up to REI and get a duffle bag (not the cheapest place, but since Sunny Surplus is gone, there we go) that will hold the rest of my crap that I can fit. The frame pack will have to travel as a “shipped item” along with everything else I need to have sent. School supplies, my ONE textbook, etc. I’m even thinking of waiting to ship my graphing calculator. I love that darn thing. It’s so great. A huge amount of my pens will have to wait as well. And yes I did whittle down that monstrous amount of pens to something a bit more. . . eye popping, less jaw dropping. Or perhaps it is the other way around.
Anyways, I am up and about and starting to get all jittery because things aren’t done that NEED to be done.
Good news: I found my GBPs from my trip over there a few years ago so that’s going to be REMARKABLY helpful. I’ll be treating Grant to lunch with some of that money. Or breakfast or whatever meal we manage to come across upon arriving at Heathrow. For all I know it will be just a bottle of water and an energy bar.
Here marks the day I cut back on my soda intake. Hello fresh fruit and healthier eating.
Grant mentioned something I need to do: have the cookbook shipped. I am fairly certain I shall have to leave Vincent Price’s cookbook here, but perhaps that Joy of Cooking book shall make it’s way to my flat. Along with the recipes for cobbler and the cookies my mom makes that are DIVINE! Anything that involves vanilla extract. . seriously.
So off to get showered and then errand running. I still have notebooks, notecards, bank run, and a quick run to the dentist to have my “records” printed out to say what has been done recently, etc. At least I already have my immunization record printed out. It’s fun to look at the list and remember getting a few of those. I was LITTLE. There was one I got when I was 4. I still remember that horrid thing. Man did it hurt!
But yes, Winston woke me up to let him outside, my dad is home reading the paper and now I need to jump off to tying up loose ends. I am not sure how I will deal with losing Winston. This is the last day I’ll probably see him. *sniff*
And last night, Spidge lay on my chest for about 10+ minutes. It was amazing. Purring and happy as can be. It was very sweet. I shall treasure that moment for quite some time. If I closed my eyes I could almost imagine it was Kitty, except he kneaded an awful lot, and she just lay there purring. All the same, very nice to feel like the cat doesn’t despise me.