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The contents of my suitcase:
Jun. 27th, 2008 11:13 am-One ziplock bag containing little bottles of face soap, mostly. Also a toothbrush and travel deodorant. And my mouthguard (I hope. Did I get that this morning into my bag? Huh.)
-One skirt, four shirts comprising one each for very hot weather, hot weather, cool evenings and a layering piece for cooler days. One set of jammies, underwear, some socks. Also the socks I'm knitting for my Mom. I am wearing a set of jeans, t-shirt and leather jacket and pair of shoes.
-A gigantic pile of shirts, books and CDs as gifts. This is bigger than the pile of clothes I'm taking to wear, but not as large as item line #4 (following):
-A dozen books. I really can't explain this, except that it's part of a noble policy to clear *out* books from my shelves by selling them back to used book stores, and I *know* we'll be going to Powell's when I'm home this weekend and this way I can buy more books! You see how well this works? Perfectly logical. One of the books is Salman Rushdie, though, and I'm obviously Not Selling That Ever.
The Guy In My Lab Upon Whom I Am Inappropriately Crushing (well, it's not that inappropriate, as there is no chain of command issue and we seem to be mutually crushing, but my lab is six people small and I'm still waiting for someone to talk me out of this) is driving me to the airport, and wanted to help me carry my bag. Being as how I kind of pride myself on traveling *light* (har) I let him carry my work bag with laptop because my carry-on bag is easily 1/3 books and rather heavy. He actually said, interestingly, that he didn't expect me to have much luggage, but he's not surprised I have *heavy* luggage. Whazzat all about, do you think? If I weren't doing this wierd sell back books thing, would you imagine that I would have heavy luggage? Hrm. I must ponder what this says about me as a female.
I am happy to be seeing my family under pleasant circumstances. We've been gathering for sad things too much lately.
-One skirt, four shirts comprising one each for very hot weather, hot weather, cool evenings and a layering piece for cooler days. One set of jammies, underwear, some socks. Also the socks I'm knitting for my Mom. I am wearing a set of jeans, t-shirt and leather jacket and pair of shoes.
-A gigantic pile of shirts, books and CDs as gifts. This is bigger than the pile of clothes I'm taking to wear, but not as large as item line #4 (following):
-A dozen books. I really can't explain this, except that it's part of a noble policy to clear *out* books from my shelves by selling them back to used book stores, and I *know* we'll be going to Powell's when I'm home this weekend and this way I can buy more books! You see how well this works? Perfectly logical. One of the books is Salman Rushdie, though, and I'm obviously Not Selling That Ever.
The Guy In My Lab Upon Whom I Am Inappropriately Crushing (well, it's not that inappropriate, as there is no chain of command issue and we seem to be mutually crushing, but my lab is six people small and I'm still waiting for someone to talk me out of this) is driving me to the airport, and wanted to help me carry my bag. Being as how I kind of pride myself on traveling *light* (har) I let him carry my work bag with laptop because my carry-on bag is easily 1/3 books and rather heavy. He actually said, interestingly, that he didn't expect me to have much luggage, but he's not surprised I have *heavy* luggage. Whazzat all about, do you think? If I weren't doing this wierd sell back books thing, would you imagine that I would have heavy luggage? Hrm. I must ponder what this says about me as a female.
I am happy to be seeing my family under pleasant circumstances. We've been gathering for sad things too much lately.