Kage Baker got ready for trips either days early or at the very last minute – no middle ground. She either ignored the problem until I was practically dragging her out the door, or she had a suitcase packed the week before we were due to travel. Sometimes she packed so early she hid away things she needed before we went, and ended up living out of her suitcase for three days; other times, she arrived at Faire or conventions minus a critical garment.
Though she only once forgot all her clothes entirely. Of course, that was on our way to the World Fantasy Con and then subsequently (two days later) to her own surgery in San Francisco: and there she was with only what she stood up in. We managed to supplement her garments in time for both events, but it was a near thing for a while.
Me, I make big lists and then pare ’em down as I pack. The trick is to select your size of bag, and then stick to it. You can experiment with all the crap you think you need to see what (and if) everything fits, but never change the bag! You will be forced to parsimony and thrift, and if you are flying you’ll be sure the thing fits in the overhead. Plus maybe including a vew oddities to amuse the TSA …
Going to the hospital has a sparser “need” list than going to a convention, of course. I’ll bring my toothbrush and favourite toiletries, but the odds of my using them is low – I’ll be zonked a lot, and also supplied with nice sterile disposables by the hospital. And clothes? Feh, just enough to satisfy decency – I’ll be in some inadequate cotton number with horrible paisleys on it before I know it. And when I leave, I’ll be too sore to put on real clothes anyway. So I’m wearing and packing clothes just a cut above pajamas.
Most of the people I meet over the next week are going to end up more familiar with my navel than my face, anyway.
I had to get poor Kage up at the crack of dawn to get her in to the City in time for her surgery; and poor Neassa, too, who accompanied us as my support system. We were staying in Santa Rosa, and had a long drive in through the vinyards and pumpkin patches and leafless cottonwoods. Kimberly and I get to sleep to a decent hour, as I don’t have to be there until 11 AM – so much nicer. I hope it’s indicative of good luck all around.
It’ll be a few days before I return here, Dear Readers. However, Neassa and/or Kimberly will post updates so your kind hearts are not troubled. Most of them, I have no doubt, will read: Kate’s asleep. Or: Kate’s talking nonsense again. Or: Kate got bored and we sneaked her out.
My Kindle is charging, and is jam-packed with goodies I have not yet read. I’m gonna go pack a knitting project now – I don’t really expect to knit, but if I don’t bring one I practically guarantee I will be alert and bored out of my mind at some point. And I would rather rest.
In fact, Dear Readers, my plans for the next week are simplicity itself. I intend to sleep and walk to and from the bathroom. By the time I am engaged in this strenuous activity, it ought to be as complicated as an EVA in orbit. That’ll keep me amused.
Talk to you later, all!