Miscalculations

The car is packed: Dog bed nestled in the rear with tennis balls, stuffed toys, chew bones, and water. Suitcase loaded down with summer reading, hiking boots, and swim suits. The juicer is coming so I can make fresh vegetable concoctions. The iPod is full of songs, the cooler with apples and trail mix, and the map is marked and highlighted. I have a book to finish, essays to write, and a workshop to attend under the big open sky. I’m heading west to the writer’s retreat.

Some day.

I was supposed to leave last weekend, but I re-arranged my schedule to buy myself 4 more days. By my calculations, four days would be plenty. Was supposed to leave AM this morning, but re-arranged my schedule again for just one more day. I’m letting my life be dictated by an ovulation machine – a little stick you pee on each morning until a happy face appears. C’mon egg, drop already!

I’m leaving tomorrow no matter what. Even if it means Ron has to drive the first leg with me, fly back to DC, and then, once I’m settled, fly out to the writer’s retreat as originally planned. Of course, we slated his stay out there to coordinate with my July cycle. Hopefully, after this month, we won’t even have to worry about that. Cuz my math skills suck.

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In other news - head over to the WASA blog for a sneak peak at Betsy Block’s upcoming book The Dinner Diaries, including my experiment with her recipe for “green crackers.”