Digital Finger Food

I love my gardens, cats and dog so much it breaks my heart to even think about a trip. I over compensate by bringing as many creature comforts as possible with me. The things I carry everywhere are what I call finger foods. Popcorn Chicken and Doritos do not fall into this category like you might expect. I reserve this category for things that my hands specifically crave. Things that keep them preoccupied and out of trouble. That’s where my fanny pack filled with miniature miracles of our modern age comes in. I have the gizmos!

Such essentials as QuickPAD, digital recorder, palm sized video camera, camera, cells and any other pocket sized devices I can squeeze into my budget wise digital fanny-pack. Since I am unable to go anywhere lightly, I cram as much as possible into the suitcases. These days the limits are much more strict and fifty pounds is it. I was 4 pounds over this last trip. So it was either leave our belongings behind or buy the airlines overpriced bag. We bought the bag. After the realization that I was going to have to move a sum of the whole, braziers and panties included, into another bag in front of …people, I decided to rush the operation and did the grab and stuff.

The hastily chosen items freely tussled inside the flimsy, oversized sports bag. So when we got to our destination, I had a plethora of semi-permanent wrinkles in my entire wardrobe of wrinkle-free travel attire. I suppose being covered in a haphazard pattern of unflattering lines isn’t the end of the world or the end of the trip, just the end of the primping machine. No amount of fussing can detract from the obvious signs of poor packing technique. I got over it. I had to.
Now that I’m home again, every day I come up with several new reasons why I shouldn’t take any more trips . Just being gone a couple weeks left two months of work that couldn't wait for my recuperation. I’ve been at it hard and still don’t feel like I’ve made any headway.

The perpetual cycle of hurriedness my life has been in is tiresome. It didn’t start out that way, it evolved. For instance, yesterday started out rushed, I guess it would be more realistic to say that it continued to be rushed. Continued as in for years now. Each week, month or year has it’s unique list of excuses attached to the drudgery that eclipses the sunniest of afternoons. Am I addicted to tension? Gosh, I hope not. I’ve been operating under the premise that I hate it. My anti-anxiety arsenal goes everywhere with me. You already read the list.

You may be thinking that there's a pill for that, and you'd be right, but taking the pill wouldn't be nearly as much fun...although it would be loads lighter.
6/7/2005 0:10 AM
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