Packing

We leave tomorrow and I haven't finished packing. As I casually consider stuffing my belongings into as small a bag as possible, I imagine myself in the land of my ancestry. (OK, this is where I segue into a thought provoking discussion, stolen from a Haggadah I read as a teenager, about an exhausting trek through the Sinai....yes, it is just simple procrastination....rather than type it all out, just go ahead and place your own thought provoking message here, and I'll continue watching T.V..)
My clothes are strewn across my bed. I'm saying to myself, "it's Israel, keep the bathing suit, a shirt and some shorts, and chuck the rest of this stuff." I will continue my personal struggle and complete my packing now.

Lee has provided me a copy of her packing list. At first I considered the Patio Furniture and the Gas Patio Heater as unnecessary. Now, after careful consideration, I'm thinking that perhaps I should take a few of those things that truly are comforting to me. The cappuccino machine should go in my carry on, in case they lose my suitcase in transit. It would suck to not be able to foam my Macchiato when we get off the plane. Who knows, if I can plug in, maybe I can brew up one as we cross the ocean! I'm eyeing my Jacuzzi longingly.....perhaps.....nah.