This weekend is the last weekend I’m home before leaving on a jet plane for a couple of weeks.
Going to go back out to the remote site for the last time, they tell me. Of course, last time, they told me that that would be the last time. I deliberately set it up so that, next time, they could sent out any old person who knew how to use a computer, was familiar with the applications, and could read a dang document.
BUT NO. They said “we wanted to change everything, upgrade the applications, and make it so that all of the old documents needed to be updated. So we have to send the guy who is the expert out there.”
So I’m flying out to the Middle East one last time.
Which means that, this weekend, we have to prepare for my trip. So I have to hit the various grocery stores to make sure that Maribou has Kraft Dinner at her disposal and, presumably, hot dogs to chop up and put within said Kraft Dinner. Get the various other staples from the various other specialty stores littered around town. Maybe assemble something in the crock pot for her to cook on Monday or Tuesday.
We’ve got kitty litter. We’ve got cat food. We’ve got bottled water. We’ve got peanut butter. We’ve got frozen pizzas.
I’m sure I’m forgetting something. Well, we’ll get that on Saturday or Sunday while we’re running about.
There’s also New Year’s Eve this coming Saturday night but ringing out the old and seeing in the new entails something like “staying up past midnight” and we’ll see if something like that happens. I don’t know that it will. Saturday and Sunday seem to be pretty full. Gonna need to hit the sack by 10, probably.
But, all in all, it’ll be the “hey, honey, are you sure you don’t need anything else until I get back?” errands and then, in the evenings, doing the stuff that I wish I could be doing for the next two weeks, instead of spending my time in some faraway land away from my wife and kittens and bed and computer and frozen pizzas.
So… what’s on your docket?
(Image is “Play” by Clare Briggs. Used with permission of the Briggs estate.)