Packing

Can you imagine the lists being made in this house today? We're both sitting at our separate computers, in John's little office; it feels mighty silly.
I have to tell ya, getting ready for a trip like this is not as easy as it used to be in my younger days (or perhaps my senioritis is kicking in and I just don't remember how it was.)
I just hope the trip will be a lot more fun than the getting ready.
My philosophy, children, is to lock up the house, walk down the steps -- and leave it all behind. From there on, we're in the hands of God; and I'll just go with whatever happens, happily.
And packing? Yes, that's tomorrow.
We leave SBA at 2 PM on Saturday.
Tonight we're being taken out by my sis for a shrimp and Margaritas feast at the Beachside, on Goleta Beach -- it is glorious Indian Summer weather in SB today, so a farewell munch-out on the sand by the surf sounds like a great way to forget about lists and suitcases for a bit.