Wednesday, May 28, 2008
I am freaking out. Next week I'm traveling to Texas for a conference. It will be 95 degrees there. I need to dress business casual. Business casual? What the heck is that? Will it be cold in the conference center? Will I boil when I leave? Tomorrow I'm shopping for clothes I never wear and probably won't wear again; the bridesmaid outfit of conferences.
And then there's the list. Clean the house because Grandparents are coming to watch the children. Find and pack cell phone plus charger. Camera plus charger. Computer plus cord. Can I carry all these things on? How badly am I going to hold up the security line? Note to self - remove all knitting paraphernalia from purse; it's not allowed on the plane. Because, of course, knitters and terrorists are closely aligned.
How hard will it be to catch a cab from the airport? I hope I remember to have some cash on hand. Oh and a book for the plane.
And did you know I went mountain biking on Monday? Thirteen miles on a hybrid. A hybrid is not a mountain bike. That's probably why I fell. Will the huge bruise on my upper thigh and the new one over my knee, the one that appeared overnight, two days after said accident, preclude me from wearing shorts? I plan to swim tomorrow irregardless. It'll just add to the locker room fun.
I'm glad I've been doing yoga. I created a new pose - wrap your leg in your handle bars as your bike falls to the ground. Trust me - you'll get a really good stretch.
Those bruises will also be neat to explain to my doctor tomorrow as I arrive for my annual gynecological exam with four-year-old in tow. Yes, that is going to be lovely in so many ways. I'm really looking forward to it. Really.
So, yes, I'm spending a bit of time freaking out. Probably for nothing. 'Twill be fine when all is said and done. For now my bruises and I are going to write more lists and research business casual. After that we are going for Zen. We will sit still and we will breathe, in and out, in and out. 'Twill all be fine.