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Pre-trip checklist
-- Figure out what the heck I'm going to do with my cat for three weeks while I'm gone
-- Get more SD cards for camera because 551 pictures just ain't enough
-- Noticed hole in most comfortable bra this morning (WOES); buy more ASAP
-- Buy more of the expensive anti-blister socks from the Walking Store as they work really well
-- Call insurance company to get early refill for prescription approved
-- Remember haircut & dye appointments
-- Call doc, get seen about exercise-induced asthma
-- Get small day-pack type backpack, as current backpack way too big and bulky
-- Download more podcasts for iPod (and keep eye out for extra battery pack in mail)
-- Buy batteries
-- Download those two books from audible.com
-- Get international plug thingy from Mom this weekend
--Figure out how getting to and back from airport*
-- Get travel-sized thingys of various things
-- Burn more DVDs and VCDs
-- Print out possible places to go/eat at in various sites
-- Get small wheelie bag from Mom. Continue to resist her insistence that I'll want the big one, pointing out that the last time I took a big wheelie bag anywhere on a trip, I DESTROYED my lower back to the point where I still can't stand still for too long without pain.
More as remember.
* Just booked on SuperShuttle, as flight leaves at 6:45 AM, too early to ask friends to deliver me, and flight returns at, like, 6PMish, which means friends would have to battle rush-hour traffic to get me. Much easier to just book a shuttle, plus have a company to scream at if pickup fails to materialize.
-- Get more SD cards for camera because 551 pictures just ain't enough
-- Noticed hole in most comfortable bra this morning (WOES); buy more ASAP
-- Buy more of the expensive anti-blister socks from the Walking Store as they work really well
-- Call insurance company to get early refill for prescription approved
-- Remember haircut & dye appointments
-- Call doc, get seen about exercise-induced asthma
-- Get small day-pack type backpack, as current backpack way too big and bulky
-- Download more podcasts for iPod (and keep eye out for extra battery pack in mail)
-- Buy batteries
-- Download those two books from audible.com
-- Get international plug thingy from Mom this weekend
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-- Get travel-sized thingys of various things
-- Burn more DVDs and VCDs
-- Print out possible places to go/eat at in various sites
-- Get small wheelie bag from Mom. Continue to resist her insistence that I'll want the big one, pointing out that the last time I took a big wheelie bag anywhere on a trip, I DESTROYED my lower back to the point where I still can't stand still for too long without pain.
More as remember.
* Just booked on SuperShuttle, as flight leaves at 6:45 AM, too early to ask friends to deliver me, and flight returns at, like, 6PMish, which means friends would have to battle rush-hour traffic to get me. Much easier to just book a shuttle, plus have a company to scream at if pickup fails to materialize.

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I bought Keen hiking sandals. They are almost absurdly comfortable.
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I haven't considered hiking sandals for the basic reason that whenever I walk in sandals, I always get rocks in them. XD
I ended up paying someone $150ish to take care of my cat for 10 days when I was on vacation last year because I knew local friends were either convention-going, deathly allergic, or otherwise occupied at the time. Am still not sure about what I want to do right now.
I do know that absolutely nobody believes me when I say that the automatic litterbox needs much less litter than normal litterboxes, because every time someone else has filled it, they always overfill it and I come home to both a cat box that has been combing the litter all. day. long.* and scaring the cat, and the cat's expression of displeasure at that on my carpet.
* Too much litter in box = litter built up *behind* comb, which keeps it from stopping. I found some disposable litterboxes in the store last weekend and decided the next time I left I'd buy a 3-pack of those and just have whoever's taking care of the cat use them, because the risk of burning the apartment down due to the motor malfunctioning from its all-day experience or the cat refusing to use the litterbox ever again is just too big. :D
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Don't forget a watch or other time-telling device. I forgot to take one, as I usually use my cellphone as a timepiece instead, and it didn't occur to me, in my immense intelligence, that DUH CELLPHONES DON'T WORK IN FOREIGN COUNTRIES.
Also, in interest of saving you some packing space, you probably won't need the international plug thingy. I took one, but didn't use it at all. The geeks who went on the trip informed me that "yeah, the reason you can buy electronics in Japan and still use them in the U.S. is because the plugs are the same, and the slight voltage difference isn't usually an issue." The key thing IS the voltage difference; I don't remember whether it's higher or lower in Japan, but the only devices I can imagine it affecting would be really sensitive computery stuff. My camera charged just fine.
Also-also. I remembered just this morning that there's a 'Gojyo' subway station in Kyoto, between Gion and the JR Station, and thought of you. XD Proof is the picture I snapped from the moving subway, while trying not to giggle and shake the camera, and being stared at by politely-not-acting-amused Japanese people:
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Gojyo station! Hee! :D
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Crossroads (in Kyoto) doesn't have laundry, but there's a laundromat nearby. One time I was there its owner, Sachiko-san, took my clothes to a dry-cleaner with her own load because I'd been to the fire-festival and everything I owned had been permeated with wood smoke.
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I don't know that I'd be brave enough to go on my own unless I picked up my dusty Japanese books and gave it another go.
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When I studied abroad in Wales, and traveled on my own for 10 days in England and Scotland, I had people tell me they were envious of my bravery in doing so. I was all WTF?! It's frickin' ENGLAND and SCOTLAND, not a WAR ZONE. It's like going to HOUSTON or something!
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I love Wales - we've been twice.
Where were you studying?
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Heh, I compulsively read and re-read The Crystal Cave throughout my teen years. On our honeymoon, I insisted that we at least drive by Carmarthen when we were looping around Wales (we were castle-hopping, basically, completely freelancing our B&B stays only a night or two in advance ... "young and stupid" comes to mind). Several years ago, we stayed at a winery and vineyard in the Vale of Glamorgan, and did lots of exploring nearby.
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I never managed to figure out where the stump of Merlin's oak was - when we went to the spot that was listed in my guidebook, there was a sign saying it had been moved to a local museum for safekeeping and we never got around to finding out where that was.
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No - it was sad! The Mr. was all tired that afternoon, and I was not pushing him ... he'd had some bug during the wedding and ran a 102°F fever that night (I mean, we'd been living together for several years, so it wasn't the wedding night crisis it might have been). So we covered a lot of mileage, but there were plenty of things we didn't spend as much time on as I'd have liked.
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My Anglo-Welsh Literature prof (literature by Welsh people written in English) was a distant relative of Dylan Thomas and said that to his family he was never the tortured genius poet, he was the schlub who never got a proper job in his life. And the A-W lit world is so small that everyone knows everyone else, so he'd tell us anecdotes from the personal lives of the writers we were reading, which often gave us insight into their stories, or so we thought. :)
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And here's where I wander totally off the original topic ... .
I had the misfortune to go to the University of Virginia, and I wish we'd had mental patients instead of the kids from the nearby Fork Union Military Academy. They were the rudest, most foul-mouthed bunch of mini-jarheads I'd ever met!
That is so neat, about the prof! I really love eccentric, chatty professiorial types.
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He was great and a character - very short, club foot, looked very professorial with the required salt-and-pepper short beard and tendency to tweed. And he'd constructed the course to allow himself to wander down conversational byways, as it was specifically for the American students and was about learning stuff about Wales through its literature, so we'd read a poem and then he'd meander off about history or culture or something. There were several people in the class who didn't get that *that* was the important part of the class, who bombed the final, I think. XD