The day is near, but have I begun to pack? Oh, no, not one mere sock. I haven't even pulled down a suitcase yet. That's just not my way. You'll find me shoving yarn into the pocket of my suitcase as it slides into the trunk of the car on our way to the airport. I'm okay with that. It works for me.
Sir OSOH and I did manage some preparatory shopping this weekend, returning to the Casa heavy laden with golf shoes, wooden tees, hand warmers and golf clothes for him, a photo memory card and new tramping about shoes for me.
In the interest of avoiding unnecessary and excessive vacation pain, I have heedlessly jumped into my 2 new pairs of "Ireland" sandals full force and feet first. Today I am displaying across the tops of my beleagered feet and toes a fine array of blisters in various stages where all the unstretched leather straps are doing their thing. Better now than in Limerick, eh? Here I have an unlimited stock of band-aids and the option of giving up and wriggling back into the old slippers.
Internet and book preparation continues. McCarthy's Bar resides at the KNP local these days. How the Irish Saved Civilization languishes pitifully on Ben's nightstand, untouched and impatient. I am left with no Irish literature save for various maps and the awesome phamplets Amanda scored at the Irish Tourism headquarters down the street (who knew?)
As we are visiting the Food Capital of Ireland early on, there is much culinary preparation to undertake. And I've focused so much on golf info for the boys, the south and Killarney that I've yet to properly address The Burren.
But, suitcase or no, I am ready right now to board that plane with 2 1/2 seconds of notice. New York may have morphed into a summer haven over the holiday weekend, but the Green Island beckons.
I hope the weather cooperates.
Today is Tuesday.
On the forth day, we go.
I guess I shouldn't have ordered 40 balls of yarn from Elann today!!!!
(See below entry regarding forthcoming baby blankets).