Wednesday, March 14, 2012
It is nearly the end of the season and I'm trying to decide if I am channeling Will Shakespeare's speech for Macbeth on Tomorrow, or lyrics from the musical "Annie."
In short: It's dragging.
I have weighed the (50 lbs or less) consequences of bag checking vs. carry on and determined there is no way in anything even resembling Hades I could possibly squeeze my cosmetics and my clothes into one case that would make it through a TSA inspection. After all, I am not my daughter who, for her seven week honeymoon sojourn through Australia and New Zealand, packed her life in a backpack. For me, it takes time, creams, foundation and a lot of blush to look this good because, "All our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death."
"When I'm stuck a day That's gray, And lonely, I just stick out my chin-And Grin- And Say, Oh!..(expletive deleted)" this is going to be one long week-and-a-half of planning, emailing, paying through the nose and preparing for a new kind of stress. I've only been to Worlds in Los Angeles and that doesn't count. The last time I was in Nice I was 18. The last time I was in France, I spoke fluent French. I'm now 3.6 times older with "Sometimer's Disease" and J'ai oublié les mots (thank God for Google Translate!).
But while "tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in its petty pace," I have to get ready because "The sun'll come out Tomorrow So ya gotta hang on 'Til tomorrow Come what may.. Tomorrow! Tomorrow!I love ya Tomorrow! You're always A day A way!"
So, onward and upward!! It's becoming clear to me now; how I view the next 10 days is truly all a matter of degree.
By the way, has anyone seen my 3 oz TSA approved deodorant?