Clown Time

fire eating

…and don’t forget your prescription meds.

I was out playing ball in the front yard when John and his dog Coco joined us.

“So, are you and E.g. on clown time now?”

I usually call it “doing the headless chicken dance”, but I like John’s version better.

And yes, we’re on clown time. Someone needs to buy pyjamas. Someone else finally remembered to get traveller’s insurance. Someone remembered just in time to get her keys back from someone else so that a third party could watch the domicile.

There are still extra itineraries to print off, authorization letters to write up for petsitters, contact info sheets to photocopy, keys to hand out, kibble to buy. This morning, since we forgot to bring it with us on Saturday, I couriered Fergus’s heartworm meds to his breeder. Who’s going to carry the concert tickets? Do we have enough pencils for the puzzle books? Which guidebooks should we pack? You’re not taking that sweater, are you? I thought you were going to water the plants. Where did you put the passports? Where did I put them — I thought you had them!

Oh yeah, better get out the red noses and the twirly oversized bowties. Do you think we’ll be allowed to fly standby in our new outfits?

4 Responses to Clown Time

  1. livingisdetail says:

    Ah, the last minute mad panic. Yes, I know it well but it is all part of the fun. The exhaustion and the butterflies in the stomach then ….you are on the plane and the fun part begins. Have a great trip! 🙂

  2. lavenderbay says:

    Thank you, Livingisdetail! I especially like the very beginning part, where my feet push upwards while the plane is still on a slant. Wheee!

  3. Alyson says:

    Oh Man! I love it…there is a name for the strange time zone I live in day to day. And I can’t believe someone else does that in planes too, but I also keep my feet off the floor during landing, until the plane touches. I can’t wait to hear the great stories from when you get back, and you haven’t even gone yet. That’s not right, is it?

  4. TheAgedCat says:

    I’m askeered o’ clowns, so I almost didn’t read this.

    Whenever I get too wound up pre-trip, I just think: “Passport, wallet, tickets. Everything else can be replaced, if need be.” They’ll have toothbrushes over there — chic, Parisian toothbrushes.

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