tomorrow, for just under two weeks, by way of chicago and tokyo. once again, robertson davies will be accompanying the flight--a writer of quality generally unrecognized in this country--this time, the salterton trilogy.
my ambitions to head home with only a messenger bag are being foiled by a seemingly unending stream of requests for things to be brought home, some of which haven't even shown up yet. grumble. i suppose i should be thankful that people are not requesting, say, flat-screen tvs or air-conditioning units as in the days of old. a perennial problem for the minimal traveller going from a cold place to a hot one is: what do you wear to the airport? a heavy fleece will be pleasant for the 20 minute walk to the T (30F tomorrow morning, the weather people say) but useless after that; without checked baggage, where does said heavy fleece go? it is a quandary, no mistake.
on the cards for the brief span:
- a wedding in the family,
- the parents' wedding anniversary,
- dinner with mindy and cheryl, which is always good times,
- hanging out with all the prefects and the new crop of children,
- lunch with the ex-sailing crew,
- dinner with the humanities,
- sushi yoshida with ego
- and lots of lying around at home followed by
- (for the first time in 7 years) the dinner of reunion and the first day of the lunar new year.