I love waking before the alarm.

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Much to do. I have to go to town for dry ice.  I am glad not to be packed for this reason alone.  Batteries and some butter are also on the list.  Instead of buying paper for grill fodder and dry ice sublimation packing I will be taking four or five rolls of paper towels.  Lunch in town I do believe.  When I get back it is all about packing.  I still have to take the shower down and take the grill legs off.  Then... everything goes in.  Boxes are more convenient for many things.  Odd sizes, bulky but light to small but heavy to large and either of those, and it all has to go in somehow.  I've done as well as I can, now I just have to settle for what I have, go with it, and figure how to stow it.

A quick shower, then to check the mail in case what has arrived needs a signature, then on to town.  Only one package here, so far?  To the ends of buying dry ice I put that particular ice chest in the freezer, with a bag of ice in it, last night before I went to bed.  I will take the extra cooler, to accept the ice, in the parking lot.  I think I am going to put my food right in before I go to town as well, so I can stack it as I want it in the store.  Hmm, with the food in, I might not need the ice?  Yeah, I'll keep the ice.  Decisions, decisions, even know.  Dithering but quickly final.  I am simply going with cardboard to protect the sides and bottom of the cooler.  It is supposed to work well enough(?) and I have that in large quantities plus I have no time to be tinkering in stores looking for "better?" protection.  *tick-tock tick-tock*


It is hotter in BRC today by a degree, but cooler here at night by 8 degrees.  Still, 88 isn't all that bad there.

Oh... once packed, if I am not feeling all that tired?  I may just head out later tonight.  I might be able to take a nap on the road during the night if need be.  Personally I just fear that the drive will be a lot longer than what the drive time suggests.  I really couldn't add in the alternate route, so that may slow me down.  Hopefully, being high summer, there will be fewer visitors to the desert demesne of the great crack.  I count, and can count, on nothing... without the experience of personal knowledge and only a menial or more tumultuous romance with luck.

You know, I was thinking, because of one of the poems...  A mother is sort of on the spot with children, boy children especially, as we mature.  To be honest, no matter what mothers think, we stop being able to hear mothers... variably but as by as young as our early teens, as in my case.  All I could get from my mother was her emotions.  I had two mothers in those time frames, and it was the same with both.  Her words no longer make sense.  And really?  Those are sort of lost years, at least for me.  The impulse to find a female, seeing mother as an impediment and... censor to that... well, and knowing she is female but not the one.  Ugly, odd, mixed, troubling, the knot of becoming a man binds our ears and lets loose the wild stallion that allows us the strength and fearless recklessness to leave the nest.  Thankfully, in spite of lots of other problems, I always understood that I was loved.  Not always liked, if usually that as well.  I suppose each boy, though, goes through things differently.  Having a father as a solid, and opposite, pole though, I think, helps a bit.  I didn't always have that.  It worked out fine, give or take, though.

An oddity.  I brought my ipod shuffle in to check the charge before heading out.  Well, and I knew where it was, but in the hustle and bustle of the last two days, knowing was not enough.  It ended up... going through the washer.  And then it went through the dryer.  Toast, had to be.  Still...  I'm... always curious.  So, since it was dry after the dryer, but more surely this morning, I decided to plug it in.  Now, Apple wanted to update and then got stuck.  I had to turn my computer off to unstick it.  When I plugged in the ipod, though it didn't show, the little tiny light in it was on.  Some room for hope, but that might be a separate circuit, and powered by the connection.  After restarting the machine and going through everything, it looks like Apple had updated, just got stuck before actually telling me so and shutting that op down.  I reconnect it all, and...  The ipod doesn't show.  Apple is slow about showing, and doesn't always pop well anyway.  So, I start the diagnostic and before it is done...  Pop!  I still have my ipod.  Yum!  An idiot but a yummy idiot?  :)  Oh, and... it was fully charged!  I have used it for the last three days to week, off and on.  Hmm, now I know how to recharge it without all the hassle?  *grins*

Oh my word!  It is actually here, about to finish the packing, and... really?  About to head out?  When did this all happen?  It seems like about two weeks ago I was sitting here wondering how it would all happen and then...  well... then I am here.  Which means it will be over before I know it.  Doh!  Slow down, Doom...  There is a lot to do before it starts and after it begins, and even it ends, before I get to pout.

I should simply enjoy the miracle this all means.  I had a dream I was speaking to someone who thought I should look more muscular.  I suggested that I hand them the miracle of me still being alive and even that isn't good enough for them?  So it is with all that is happening, no matter how fast it may or may not fly by.  Even if it isn't as billed, and is more like the sea horses than the little family of critters and builds underwater houses?  :p  Oh, I don't fall for things these days.  If it is there it is there if it is not it is not, this is just a shark biting something that looks interesting.  It's the second or third bite that could be telling.


Oh, right.  Later.