DREAMING in Postcards 4

I dream of taking a train trip. George reminds me that I need to be able to walk to the dining car, and he is right. At the moment, all I can do is a short stroll followed by a long pant. But in the last week I have been loaded up with exercises that should help get rid of the pants.

What, you ask, are all those bags for? I have the smaller roll-on…very old. G has the larger roll-on. There’s a bag for the pillows and another bag for the laptop…it’s old too. Backpacks for carry-ons. We can live out of these for a month or more with stops to do laundry. When we were in Paris, we just shipped our dirty laundry home. Ships usually have machines.

I dream of taking a train trip even taking my dirty laundry along.

• Himself: He’s deep into space.
• Myself: There’s nothing in the appointment book for the day. Shower. Maybe quilt?
• Reading: Johnson again…book one.
• Watching: Gay Ballet and TGBBS.
• Photo: Photo: George. San Diego Train Station. 2007. Photo me, LAX, 2007.
• Weather: Thickly grey and cloudy. Don’t know if it will burn off.
• Gratitude’s: Not a pain to be seen.