April 13, 2004
Off to Bedfordshire
I only have to get up in a few hours to catch a train to catch a plane to catch another train. I'm only gonna be gone a couple of days, and yet it took me forever to pack my carryon. Doubtless I'll still forget something. Oh well.
When I was in second grade I made sure that my school supplies were all carefully arranged in the StrideRite shoebox I used for storage in my classroom desk. Whenever we had a fire drill, I'd tuck the box under my arm and line up in size order with the other students to leave the building. So in case I had to escape a blazing inferno, my beloved pens, no. 2 pencils, erasers, Elmer's glue and other mundane trinkets were easily transportable.
Fastforward to today, and I am still trying to be prepared for every possible contingency, like Calvin packing a map of Montana into his backpack just to play in the yard with Hobbes. Do I have enough music? Is one book enough? What if I'm stranded in the airport coming and going? Because you never know when you're going to need something.