I've been planning and planning with friends and family--guidance and playing, borrowing evening bags, getting insight into the nuances of carry on, the truth about the weather in Amsterdam, and health concerns.
Did you know you're allowed to carry on an umbrella, food and reading material in addition to your carry ons? Does 100ml=3 ozs? Contact lens solution comes in 4 ounce containers-of which I have three-Back to CVS for the airlines size. So much to consider.
In my search, I have found many things that had gone missing--a skirt I bought in LA in September and never saw until yesterday, some errant sunglasses. Still MIA, my most recent glasses-the ones with the best correction.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
Heads up
I decided to write my way through the next month. A little mental gymnastics to start the day now that I actually exercise every day. Why not? It's a rainy April Monday and I don't have to alternate-side my car. I'm finishing my packing, correspondence with insurance companies, hospitals, the MMRF, New York City Department of Finance, Citibank so I have time or the need for some diversion.
I will be taking my laptop to Amsterdam and Cannes with me so I'll be in touch. I'm still working on Skype and will have a number once I figure it out.
I'm leaving May 3rd and will be staying with my dear friend Steven in Amsterdam. Jessica, Joanne and Faygie had to cancel for health reasons, but you all know me, it will be fine.
I spent 10 days in Amsterdam nearly 40 years ago when Patty and I backpacked through Europe. We hitched from Paris to Florence. Along the way we met a Dutch girl named Maritza. When we arrived in a pensionne in Florence, she scooped out the Noxema from the blue jar and unwrapped a bar of hash. She said this would cover her traveling expenses. I have to say I was running a fever and didn't sample her wares. However when we parted company, she gave us the key to her sister's apartment in Amsterdam. Boy, those were the days. Patty and I stopped in Paris, stayed at a little hotel where the owners nursed me back to health. An old doctor made a house call and told me my blood pressure was so low I should be dead. At least that's how I translated it. He gave me some powdered medicine which I took three times a day. By the time I got to Amsterdam, I was in the bathroom for the entire day, doing what I hadn't done once in three weeks. Imagine I forgot all about it. Boy can I hold things in. You think it's related to denial?
So we got to live in Amsterdam, shop in the market, cook our meals. We even bought fabric and made dresses. I bought a full length tapestry coat I still miss today. Patty inspired the designing. It was fun to play with her. she had such a vivid imagination.
We spent the days pouring over Van Gogh, Chagall and Rembrandt. I don't remember much about the drugs--maybe we skipped them which I have to say, I'll be skipping this time.
I head to Cannes on the 13th and will be there until the 25th. There will be lots of pictures
I will be taking my laptop to Amsterdam and Cannes with me so I'll be in touch. I'm still working on Skype and will have a number once I figure it out.
I'm leaving May 3rd and will be staying with my dear friend Steven in Amsterdam. Jessica, Joanne and Faygie had to cancel for health reasons, but you all know me, it will be fine.
I spent 10 days in Amsterdam nearly 40 years ago when Patty and I backpacked through Europe. We hitched from Paris to Florence. Along the way we met a Dutch girl named Maritza. When we arrived in a pensionne in Florence, she scooped out the Noxema from the blue jar and unwrapped a bar of hash. She said this would cover her traveling expenses. I have to say I was running a fever and didn't sample her wares. However when we parted company, she gave us the key to her sister's apartment in Amsterdam. Boy, those were the days. Patty and I stopped in Paris, stayed at a little hotel where the owners nursed me back to health. An old doctor made a house call and told me my blood pressure was so low I should be dead. At least that's how I translated it. He gave me some powdered medicine which I took three times a day. By the time I got to Amsterdam, I was in the bathroom for the entire day, doing what I hadn't done once in three weeks. Imagine I forgot all about it. Boy can I hold things in. You think it's related to denial?
So we got to live in Amsterdam, shop in the market, cook our meals. We even bought fabric and made dresses. I bought a full length tapestry coat I still miss today. Patty inspired the designing. It was fun to play with her. she had such a vivid imagination.
We spent the days pouring over Van Gogh, Chagall and Rembrandt. I don't remember much about the drugs--maybe we skipped them which I have to say, I'll be skipping this time.
I head to Cannes on the 13th and will be there until the 25th. There will be lots of pictures
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)