Boo keeps asking “Did you ring So and So to tell them we’re coming home for a visit?” (I guess it is our home now; Boo’s an honorary JAP American by association.)
“No, Boo” I keep apologizing. “I haven’t been home for ten minutes except to change outfits for days.” At least when the people I need to ring are awake.
This leads to a new confession. I got confused again. But it’s entirely Computer Guy’s fault.
The last time he was here fiddling with Mario he changed the time zone on the clock. To Pacific Standard Time. Which would have been perfectly fine if I needed to call Leo Verrechio in California. Which I don’t.
I didn’t notice. When I check the laptop to see what time it is in the States, I, like, believe it. I don’t ask for a second opinion.
I was on line and I got a message from Divine, who’s still stranded in America. I sent her a quick reply, commenting ‘What are you doing up? It’s 4:00 in the morning there.”
“Well… no, Jeano” she wrote back. “It’s 7:00.”
“Are you sure” I inquired. It never hurts to check these little details.
“Of course I’m sure” she told me. “I’m stuck here and you’re there so I know what f*cking time it is.”
I just recommended that she cut out the grits and hushpuppies, and chill. And that maybe some coffee and fags would help.
What I finally did is just send an email blast to everybody who rates some of my Jeano-ness while I’m there. So I think we’ll be crisscrossing the tri-State area like lunatics.
Boo was over and we were sitting in the garden. We’d been shopping- for plants. I bought two purple-y ones, two yellow-y ones and some red ones and she had to stick them in pots or whatever you do with them when you get them home. I graciously offered to make the coffee.
All of a sudden, she said “Your cases!”
I pondered this.
“Is that what the purple thingys are called” I asked. “You know. Like “Wow your ‘cases’ are as high as an elephant’s eye! And purple.”
“No, Jeano… your suitcases! They’re in Australia!”
Oh shit. So they are. Good thing Boo remembered before I had to start packing. Trust my goddamned luggage to go off on holiday in the Outback just when I need them. I guess PPeter wouldn’t send them home so I could borrow my own luggage.
“Oh shit” I said, rather redundantly. “What am I supposed to do next weekend when I go on my Girls’ Going Extremely Wild weekend with the Witches of Meadway? Schlepp my stuff in a Tesco’s carrier bag?”
This is certainly a problem. But I’m not too worried; I’m sure BooBoo will figure something out.
I am making careful lists of what I need to take with me in said carrier bags when I cross the pond. Boo was outlandishly excited to learn that I’d be home for Memorial Day. She’ll already be back here.
“Put ‘white clothes’ on your list” she instructed. “Because you’ll be allowed to wear them.”
“Absotutely” I agreed, adding ‘white trousers, white skirt, white jacket, white purse’ to the sixth page. “How exciting is that going to be? Maybe I should pop back for Labor Day too, just so I can’t, by law, wear them any more.”
I told Boo “Don’t forget a suit”, which earned me a funny look.
“Why?” she asked. “Are we doing something fancy?”
“No, silly, a bathing suit. Unless you plan on sunbathing in your underwear.”
It seems not only is ‘luggage’ called ‘cases’ here, ‘bathing suits’ are called ‘swimming costumes’.
I added pressies for everybody we’re visiting, important stuff like my meds, and, obviously crucial reminders like ‘Don’t foolishly forget to pack all three chargers’. It’s so rude not to stay in touch with positively everyone whilst on holiday.
And the growing list of ‘must haves’ that friends are asking for; Jello Instant Vanilla Pudding and Duncan Heinz Classic Yellow Cake mix top the list at the moment.
Otherwise, I’ve just been doing … stuff. The usual kind, coffees, lunches, dinners with friends. Although I did go canvassing with Vickums in Oatlands Park to disseminate the LibDem message (whatever it is) and urge people to vote. That was actually sorta fun and involved a great deal of wine at the end of the evening.
I ‘took’ meetings; Gottenu, I ‘take’ a lot of those these days. With Sanjay, the Caring Committee at shul, the Elmbridge Council, Sam. And JDavid.
The coming week is totally crammed. Again. Two shifts at Sam, Israeli Dancing class, another Elmbridge Meeting, Film Club, the Senior’s trip to Winchester, ending with the Witches Gone Wild weekend. Which I hope I will not be able to blog about ‘cause it was too wild.
I’ll end by saying ‘Welcome Back, Divine’ to my BFF who finally managed to cross the pond the other way, from Boston. I can’t wait to hear all about her adventures in deepest, darkest North Carolina.