My bags are packed, I'm ready to go (almost)

This week I finally get to take the trip to San Francisco that had been planned for the week I broke my hip last January. I’m slightly paranoid about what could go wrong between now and 6:10 AM when I fly out of BWI. Yikes! For starters, I have to get there by 4:30 in the morning.


(lovely Victorian homes on Alamo Square, near my daughter's house)

This is a mother-daughter bonding trip, where I will be able to stay in my daughter’s group house for a few days. I’m sure I will relive my long-ago experience at group living, that brings with it great camaraderie as well as issues like who is responsible for cleaning and taking out the trash.

While my daughter is at work, I will have some time to luxuriate in the company of 3 people I met through Blogging -- 2 anons and Kellyann, who writes about all aspects of her life including her husband Mr. R and her speech kiddos. It will be so interesting to be able to sit across from people who have previously been connected with me only electronically. I have always contended there is no substitute for face-to-face conversation.

I’m both excited and apprehensive about the trip. I realize how much I take for granted when we travel -- that my husband will deal with tickets, car rental arrangements, using his iPhone skills to find whatever we need in a strange city. But I too have an iPhone now and it’s about time I re-established my ability to be independent!

I’m determined to carry on whatever I take, so today I will start to make a pile of the things to go in my little suitcase. As my husband was quick to remind me, it’s a civilized place where I can buy just about anything I forget to take.

Does anyone know if you can bring a container of yogurt on the plane? I’m packing breakfast because I’m sure no meals will be served at the price I am paying!