It seems like forever. Actually, it was 6 months ago. How slowly time passes.
I have a swimsuit, which I look ridiculous in. But who’s going to notice 🙂
I managed to dredge up a (clean) beach towel.
Since I’m going with two other friends, that means I have to have pajamas or something like them. I won’t wear them to sleep, but I’ll put them on in the morning. We will each have our own bedroom.
Note to self: Among the T-shirts, don’t bring anything black. (And a huge majority of my T-shirts are black.) Black absorbs heat.
I can’t find my really comfortable shorts. I’ll buy some when I get there. Too bad they don’t have a Target on this island. (I don’t do Walmart–or K-Mart for that matter.)
My grocery shopping is done. My plan is to cook exactly one meal–steaks on July 4th, with grilled asparagus, and whatever else. And I’ll make popovers one morning.
St. George Island is only 80 miles from here. It takes about 2 hours though, because you can only get there on little roads where you can’t go fast. Not to mention one very scary road where the Gulf is more or less lapping at your tires. So you would think that a place 2 hours from your house would not lead to excessive planning. Well, that depends on how obsessive-compulsive you are.
I will worry until the last minute about what I forgot to bring. This morning I had a moment of extreme panic because I thought I had lost my “list”. You know, the All Important List. And the two friends I’m going with will have forgotten some things too. So we will have to stop along the way many times for gas, salt and pepper, and lip balm. In other words, it will take us 4 hours.
I will only stop worrying when I am actually in the car and whatever I forgot won’t matter any more. Then the only thing I have to fear after that is crossing the 4-mile bridge onto the island. My only phobia, but it’s better as long as someone else is driving. Especially if she is driving a honking big Ford Expedition, instead of a little baby Toyota. We went once, when she was driving a Ford F-150, and she was literally fighting for control of the truck as we crossed the bridge. If I’d been driving the baby Toyota, there is no doubt in my mind I would have been blown off. I was trying to think of how I would explain that to my boss. See, the reason I can’t come to work today is that the wind was blowing really hard.
But have no doubt–I will have a good time. As soon as I quit worrying. We’ll see ospreys, and pelicans, herons and egrets. And I have a lot of books to take 🙂
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