The Last Night
New Orleans, LA
Tomorrow morning I'm heading back to Brooklyn. I had high hopes for enjoying this last weekend seeing lots of friends and visiting festivals and museums at a leisurely pace.
It was a good plan when I believed my flight was on Wednesday morning. Instead, much of the weekend was spent packing up three decades worth of belongings into boxes. Trying to protect breakables from painters, carpenters, electricians, masons, window-people, and carpet installers.
Thank goodness for Shokufeh. Without her pointing out that the 28th of May is a Monday and not a Wednesday (as I was so sure it was...) I probably wouldn't be on that plane tomorrow.
Tomorrow morning I'm heading back to Brooklyn. I had high hopes for enjoying this last weekend seeing lots of friends and visiting festivals and museums at a leisurely pace.
It was a good plan when I believed my flight was on Wednesday morning. Instead, much of the weekend was spent packing up three decades worth of belongings into boxes. Trying to protect breakables from painters, carpenters, electricians, masons, window-people, and carpet installers.
Thank goodness for Shokufeh. Without her pointing out that the 28th of May is a Monday and not a Wednesday (as I was so sure it was...) I probably wouldn't be on that plane tomorrow.
posted by Jennifer P. at 10:00 PM
2 Comments:
hope you made it back safe
kimu
I feel like a punk for not getting to see you - how long has it been since we've been at home at the same time? :(
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