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June 11, 2008

Gadfly

I'm traveling quite a bit this summer. There is, of course, the bookbinding workshop at Idyllwild in July, a much-needed trip to Boise this month (must re-introduce myself to the nephew before he forgets who I am) and a week in Hawaii to celebrate some friends as they renew their wedding vows.

Last week, those same friends offered to treat me to a veddy naice facial and a Bikram yoga session, along with their company for a weekend, as my birthday present this year. To claim my gift, I must go to Tacoma, which is a treat for me, since I love the Puget Sound and these particular friends. So I'll be doing that in early August. (Though to be fair, guys, Dave's the person you need to convince to move to Tacoma. I'm already pretty much sold.)

You'd think that would be quite enough jauntering for any one summer. Especially for a person who rarely leaves the city limits. (Moscow is like that, a black hole whose dense gravity sucks you back in when you try to escape. Or maybe that's just me.) You do notice that I have managed to confine my junketing to the western United States. Southern Idaho, California, Washington, Hawaii...

And then--on Friday--an envelope arrived in the mail. One of those larger than normal envelopes made of thick paper, with fancy printing on the exterior and a multitude of little sheets of paper inside. "This had better be what I think it is," said Dave, as he waved it at me after getting the mail.

It was.

One of my very favorite people in the entire world is getting married next month. As luck would have it, the day before I'm supposed to leave for Idyllwild. But she is someone I love deeply, and I cannot possibly miss her wedding. So I've bought me an additional set of plane tickets and I will be in CHICAGO--are you paying attention Heather?--July 3-6. I arrive late on the 3rd and leave early on the 6th, but I will be in town, so we should at the very least do breakfast.

And I think that fills up my summer. If I'm gone any more than this, Dave won't remember who I am either.

Posted by sally at June 11, 2008 12:02 AM

Comments

YEA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I can't wait to see you!!!!!!!!!

Plus I will be job free. Plus we have fireworks here on the 3rd! And because it is Saturday, the 5th! We just like fireworks here in Chicago. Yes to Breakfast or anything else on earth you want while you are here. I work the 3rd, but those other days I am free free free!

Posted by: HeatherK at June 11, 2008 02:35 PM

I need to talk to the bride, because the wedding is the afternoon & evening of the 5th, and they have stuff planned for the 4th, but I might not need to do that, since I'm not fambly and will be traveling sans Dave. So maybe something on the 4th, or breakfast on the 5th. Be thinking about that. I get in at 9pm-ish on the 3rd, so probably nothing that day.

And now the whole world knows my business.

Posted by: Sallyacious [TypeKey Profile Page] at June 11, 2008 04:20 PM

The fourth would be great for me. I think Sam is trying make his friend Alfred have a barbecque on that day, but as of a few weeks ago his entire kitchen/living space was non-existent as he remodeled it himself. I do not think it is fixed yet. I will find some time for you. Or for sure the morning of the fifth. Where are you staying?

Posted by: HeatherK at June 12, 2008 09:26 AM

Well now, that's an excellent question. I was hoping for some guidance there, as I know NOTHING AT ALL about Chicago. I'll email you about it and maybe you can give me some suggestions. (Perhaps Sam has some ideas?)

Posted by: Sallyacious [TypeKey Profile Page] at June 12, 2008 12:41 PM

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