As June approaches the tension can be cut
with a … well, maybe a butter knife.
It’s not that thick. Yet. Chris is poring over her last minute detail
list for our Alaska trip. There are just
a few things left that we need to arrange for.
Yesterday she located on Amazon a pouch to hold our passports and ID and
credit card and the like. Apparently
inside the pouch they are mysteriously protected from illicit copying by shady
scammers who are walking around cruise terminals with technological wonders,
stealing people’s identities and credit card numbers. She wants hers strapped to her wrist. I prefer the kind that either hangs around my
neck or straps around my waist like a fanny pack, hidden from prying eyes. Although … I can sport a fanny pack. Especially one with an image of Mickey Mouse
on it. Did it for many years at youth
camp.
Once we order these pouches we can move on
to those wonderful mega-pouches called suitcases. Size doesn’t matter for the ones we check on
the plane. It’s the carry-on pieces that
are apparently strictly regulated by the airline. And we have to have a week’s worth of
clothing in them. Suitcases are generally
sold in sets of three different sizes. We
have to find a set that has the proper approved dimensions, then get a second
carry-on size. And they all have to
match up to Chris’ rigid preliminary investigation. No simple feat, believe me.
We do still have one more meeting with the
travel agent before the trip. That’s
where I’m fully expecting to hear of some other item that we just have to
have. Oh, well.
Tick tock, Chris. Tick tock.
John 14:1 says, “Do not let your hearts be troubled.
You believe in God; believe also in me.”
Father, we are getting excited about the
trip. Help us to stay healthy and get
everything done. Amen.
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