Sunday, January 31, 2010
Where I'll be...........
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PASTE THIS INTO YOUR BROWSER (sorry, not a live link)! file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/zigy/My%20Documents/TASMANIA/367%20Moriarty%20Rd,%20Moriarty%20TAS,%20Australia.kmz
If only we'd stop trying to be happy we could have a pretty good time - Edith Wharton
Friday, January 29, 2010
you might be wondering.....
I couldn't blame you for wondering, what is this guy doing? So far, nothing about either motorcycles or Tasmania..... pretty boring.
Sorry, but not quite so boring here. At this moment, i have in front of me (in no particular order, just so they fall readily to hand):
a 500gb drive for backup of all files, plus an 80 gb drive for files i am taking to Tim and Anna -- and the music collections on each have to reconciled.
the giant folder with all my house mortgage stuff so i can finish setting up some changes.
a notepad with an astonishingly long list of names, phone numbers, account numbers and tasks to accomplish for each -- and more are crossed out every day. whew.
Small bottles of exotic Hawaiian sea salts ( black and red) and Vietnamese death paste for Anna, a small bottle of Cholula hot sauce for me, and my stainless-steel whiskey flask;
a collection of plugs, adapters, USB to various types of end connectors for my Aussie/Kiwi mobile phone, drives, camera, netbook, ipod, digital voice recorder. and a toaster.
TOASTER??? - yes, but just to remind myself to take it to recycling center. Yet, thinking about it..... I'm sure they have wonderful toasters in Tasmania, but as you who have broken the fast in England know only too well, there's barely reason to have toasters there since the Brits inexplicably prefer their toast cold -- so maybe i should take mine along?
Tim, reassure me!
and a large cat who, despite his relaxed feline look, is NOT pleased with all this activity; he's been with me long enough and seen me pack gear for many long trips. He knows something is going on -- and since whatever it is does not presently involve fish or liver for him, he pretends not to be concerned. Felines are terrific* at acting "casual".
Onward.
* i hardly ever use "terrific" but today it popped into my head and I had to use it as a small homage to J.D. Salinger.
If only we'd stop trying to be happy we could have a pretty good time - Edith Wharton
Sorry, but not quite so boring here. At this moment, i have in front of me (in no particular order, just so they fall readily to hand):
a 500gb drive for backup of all files, plus an 80 gb drive for files i am taking to Tim and Anna -- and the music collections on each have to reconciled.
the giant folder with all my house mortgage stuff so i can finish setting up some changes.
a notepad with an astonishingly long list of names, phone numbers, account numbers and tasks to accomplish for each -- and more are crossed out every day. whew.
Small bottles of exotic Hawaiian sea salts ( black and red) and Vietnamese death paste for Anna, a small bottle of Cholula hot sauce for me, and my stainless-steel whiskey flask;
a collection of plugs, adapters, USB to various types of end connectors for my Aussie/Kiwi mobile phone, drives, camera, netbook, ipod, digital voice recorder. and a toaster.
TOASTER??? - yes, but just to remind myself to take it to recycling center. Yet, thinking about it..... I'm sure they have wonderful toasters in Tasmania, but as you who have broken the fast in England know only too well, there's barely reason to have toasters there since the Brits inexplicably prefer their toast cold -- so maybe i should take mine along?
Tim, reassure me!
and a large cat who, despite his relaxed feline look, is NOT pleased with all this activity; he's been with me long enough and seen me pack gear for many long trips. He knows something is going on -- and since whatever it is does not presently involve fish or liver for him, he pretends not to be concerned. Felines are terrific* at acting "casual".
Onward.
* i hardly ever use "terrific" but today it popped into my head and I had to use it as a small homage to J.D. Salinger.
If only we'd stop trying to be happy we could have a pretty good time - Edith Wharton
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
The tedious part of travel
The clock is running: I leave 5 February.
Today launching into all the things that a motorcycle trip is designed to take me away from, but that ironically have to be done first:
arranging mortgage and other bill payments, preparing 2009 income taxes, organizing, paperwork, organizing, paperwork... (repeat as necessary).
But I love lists and organizing (thanks, mama, for making me a Virgo!), so I have the fun of enumerating gear, clothes, gifts, motorcycle stuff for Tim, bicycling gear for me, and -- equally important -- food for the flight. I never let myself be subject only to the frightening stuff that comes out of a microwave at 35,000 ft.
I bought a beautiful fennel salami today; now, will it last until takeoff, or will I succumb to it's pungent porkosity?
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