Tuesday, August 28, 2018

15 more sleeps

Not long now. Today I’ve been pottering around, gathering items to pack from one part of our house to the next. Toiletries from the bathroom, stretchy cord from our camping gear, a Japanese paper fan from my bedside drawer and more. Still haven’t decided whether to take my everyday shoulder bag which doesn’t fit much or my oversized one which I took on our 2011 road trip, when I felt the need to carry more and probably did because Ella was only 6 then - snacks, entertainment and more. I started to make a bag similar to the one I made for Ella last week but then thought, Nah, I’ll just use my everyday bag and if I need to take anything else I’m sure Murray won’t mind lugging it for me. ( I imagine hearing him sigh as I write this). My perfectionist tendencies can be quite overwhelming at times and hinder me finishing tasks or making decisions. But I like it when they have positive consequences. As you can imagine, I’ve got lists for Africa and they are slowly but surely getting crossed off as the days tick by.

Last night I was awake it seemed for hours - a combination of hormones and anxiety. One of the many thoughts that occupied my waking moments/hot flushes was that I’d look into starting a new blog for this trip, along with the following, “Does our water bottle need a replacement charcoal filter? (Murray chasing this down today), “Should I make a new bag?”, “What meals will I cook when Takahashi is here next week?” (we have a Japanese teacher staying with us for a week on a school exchange programme. I stayed at his place last year when our school did a similar exchange in Seto). “Do I remember any Japanese? Not much”, (Yay, for Google translate!) and “If it’s sunny today I’d better check to see if my new prescription sunglasses that have polarising glass won’t annoy me too much when I take photos with my IPhone 5”. For some reason, the display on my phone almost becomes 3D and has an annoying rainbow effect as I move my head. It doesn’t happen on any other devices in our household. Arrgghh! Anyway, it didn’t seem too bad. I’m thinking, maybe next year I’ll “trade” my old IPhone for a new one!