My neighbor set a toilet at the road the other night. Who does he think will pick it up?  If it did not look so nasty, I would raise the lid and put a flower arrangement in it. One a month our garbage pick up includes one large item, but that is the first pick up of the month. That toilet is going to sit there for over a week. I guess the across the street neighbors are following suit, and they have placed a sofa across from the toilet. It has rained two solid days. No one is going to want that sofa. Ahhhh,  the  beauty.

Why is packing for a trip so difficult?  I need clothes for thirteen days. We are staying at an AirBnB in Florence that has a washing machine. That should mean I need six and a half outfits. If you have ever seen me eat, you know I need a bit more than that. A tshirt dress can be warn twice, so that means with a washing machine that is four days of the thirteen.  Two dresses, eight days. A pair of capris and two tops, four more. Almost done, right? Hell no.  Right now I have three dresses, a pair of capris, two pair of pants, two tops each for both the capris and pants, ten pair of underwear, socks I will never wear, a rain jacket, a denim jacket and shoes. I also have another pair of capris on order.  I need someone to go through and minimize the stock.  

I want to go to Poland but no one is interested.  I still have family there, but would not know them if I ran into them. Actually, I would not know how to even say excuse me, if I ran into them.  Thank heaven my maternal grandmother was named Katherine, as I was named for her. My maternal great grandmother was named Theckla, and I think they should have named my sister that. Hee hee What a name.   Not much better on the paternal side. My dad’s mom was named Bertha Freeda, and she had two sisters: Ida Olga and Elsie Edna. She got even and named her sons Lloyd, Earl, Milton and Ellsworth. We do not good naming genes.

Did someone ask me about my trip?  Let me tell you. Flights are so frigging expensive that it is costing more for an eight hour flight from Chicago to Rome and return than my part of all the accommodations for the entire trip. I bring a sandwich when I fly. Not that I think it is a safety feature or anything but I would rather have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich than any of the stuff they call a meal. I did have a great banana on my last flight though. Bananas are bananas right? Wrong. This one was a perfect banana.   I  digress. They do beverage service, then feed you, then turn down the lights so you can sleep because it is really middle of night in Europe, but it is only 4PM my time. Thank goodness for pharmaceuticals.  If I can get four hours sleep, I will not be a zombie upon arrival. Note: Never chose a seat near the bathrooms….never, I don’t care how much extra you have to pay.  When you take off they are nice and have a fresh aroma. By the time you land you are having flashbacks to Greyhound bus stations.

When I travel I have more energy than when I am at home. Interestingly, about ten or twelve of you have actually traveled to Europe with me.   I have such fun. I did not enjoy Scandinavia, but it was pretty. Pretty boring actually.  I should do a blog of adventures I have had with some of you. I won’t use your names with the embarrassing ones.  Such fun. Ok, this does not fit with the title of this specific blog, but I am getting excited about going, and it is invading my thought process.

I might make it a tradition to end each blog with a photo of my dog. Why?  I love my dog. She is funny, a good companion and almost as stubborn as I am. Almost. She sleeps a lot. When you look at her from the angle toward her stomach she looks like a pig. I like pigs too. And I do not eat them.  Oh, that is another thing about travel, a difficult thing. I only eat fish and poultry. That is not easy in most countries. Italy is pretty easy, but in Germany I about starve. Thank heaven for beer and pretzels.  I looked into a tour of Morocco, and a review said, “If you do not like cumin you will starve to death. “ Hate cumin. Not going to see Morocco.

The next blog I will attempt from my IPad mini. If I can do it, then I can blog from Italy. At least I can upload some photos.

May 5 is now in honor of Murdered and Missing Indigenous Women.  Wear red to acknowledge. That is my politics.

8 thoughts on “Things I Do Not Understand”
  1. Years and years ago you and Ann went to Rome and I asked Ann to bring me a little rock from Rome. The rock(marble?) that she gave me she said she had smuggled out of the Colosseum. When Sarah was little she got a hold of it and lost it. I was so sad!! Seriously! I mean tears sad! So, if you get the chance to get me a replacement… Any ole rock will do! ❤️. I hope you have a wonderful time!

    1. Lu looks so cute sleeping.
      You really need to cut down on how much to pack. You have a washing machine!
      Very attractive toilet sitting out there. Guess they were hoping someone might claim it! Worse than trash day!
      Food will be easy. You can always order a Margherita pizza or salad and soup and bread. And there is always Gelato on the street corners.

  2. Have a daytime on your trip!! Don’t worry about over packing it’s an art!
    It’s one thing I’m great at!! LOL!!
    BTW I’m in love with your sweet dog 🥰

  3. Wherever I go I always pack about 3x
    the amount of underwear needed. Not sure why lol. Also, my grandmother’s name was Wanda Willie. Gotta love those ancient, unique names 🙂

  4. 1 capri+ 2 shirts times 2 (4 days)
    1 jeans+2 tops ( 2 days)
    2 dresses (2 days)
    1 short + 3 tops (3 days)
    1 coverup and 1 swimsuit

    15 days (with washing machine) Greece, here I come.
    Wishing you a great trip and hope couch and loo are gone by the time you return.
    Safe travels

  5. Italy sounds great. I hope one of the dresses you took is that gorgeous one you bought when you were in Italy with Diane. You know, the one you proclaimed you will never wear again and I said “you should wear it every day the weather permits, no matter where you are.” You look fantastic in it. When I visited last summer, you were prepping, buying and packing for the trip you took with Diane when you bought that dress. You are a serious over-packer! No offense meant. Hope you had fun.

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