we haven’t been able to get ANYWHERE near the MacBook Air these past few days as who-we-are-in-RL has been very busy Completing Tasks before we head on the Trip to (three islands in) Europe.
but here we are.
happy that who-we-are-in-RL has been pulling in the consultancy gigs to keep us in satin wraps, sleep-eye-masks and Ponds Cold Cream and now Packed, ready for the off.
we *used* to order a car but we’ve been told to be more Prudent *sighs* so mr. supershuttle will be arriving on the dot of…….(oops, can’t find the List right now – there are too Many Around – with scribbled notes like “empty trash”, “hold mail”, call S, email K back, pack snacks – yummy grapes – we picked them out – do Radio Interview, have very nice coffee with MPz over at Alfred’s and……gosh……sort of later, anyway).
can you see the Vibrant (teamgloria pink) sash to the left? That’s because the samsonite (which has been with us for Many a trip) burst apart on a conveyor belt (small plane, Italy, long story, wasn’t allowed to ride up top with us) and it was Mortifying in Milan.
so we strap it up tight these days.
a lot of black clothing.
which might Not be appropriate when we get to the 2nd and 3rd islands we’re going to on this trip (it’s Perfectly Splendid for London on the island of the United Kingdom).
we’re sort of too tired to worry about it now.
there’s a sky blue pashmina in there and a white linen shirt.
that’ll do for Island Mornings we’re sure.
did we tell you Why we’re going to Deia?
(not just because of the Anais Nin short story although that was, of course, a draw, as you might expect).
you see who-we-are-in-RL is giving a Workshop (most exciting).
we thought so.
while she’s been busy writing and tie-ing-up-last-minute-tasks and Pitching Projects:
we’ve been hanging out in cafes and finishing up the last pages in the last month’s moleskine and writing in the new moleskine just to get it nicely broken in.
and admiring the rosy pink glow of the (extremely early) los angeles’ morning-ness.
we might well be Very intermittent with our correspondence over the next few days as we fly over There and endure jet lag and meet up with family and friends and peek out from under an umbrella and sniff the salt air of the town of our birthplace and very early Youth.
while probably getting extremely sentimental and perhaps even a little, well, Inspired to write something New.
see you on the other side (not of the Veil, the planet).