Nice little storm this afternoon. I like storms. I fear that the storm made our dining patio too wet to use, however.
I am in pre-packing mode. When I question everything that goes into my pack. Never mind that I made a perfectly fine packing list a week ago. Now I am in questioning mode.
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- Do I really need two warmish baselayer tops? No.
- Do I need that red tee shirt? No.
- Should I take a little power strip? Don’t Know.
- Maybe make the trip really lo-tech and just take my phone and Kindle and leave the watch and iPad at home? Maybe.
- Make it super low-tech and leave the Kindle at home too? No, not happening.
- Must I take an extra pair of shoes? Only if I want dry feet.
- Must I take rainpants? Don’t Know.
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My Northwest Passage trip told me that rainpants are mandatory. But this trip seems to involve wine and antique cars. Also “charming farm animals”. Thinking the rainpants stay home this time.
These are great problems to have when you are 79 going on dead! Thank you, Cliff. And you too, Carlton.
My solution to the unacceptable food here at the Asylum is to have salmon and some veggies every night. It’s healthy. And they usually cook salmon OK. It is sort of Carlton’s approach to food. Food just fuels the body so the body can do stuff. I consider food a sensual pleasure. This really sets me up for disappointment. BigTime. I can not change the food. I tried. But, I can change myself.