Traveling to China: Packing and Repacking

Everything is spread out in the guestroom. Using the rolling method, I begin to pack methodically. The clothes for working with the pandas--a waterproof windbreaker, hat, waterproof long pants, two long sleeve shirts (all to stay dry even though the weather will be close to 90 degrees and so will the humidity and to keep off the mosquitoes) go at the bottom since I won't need them until week 2. The hiking boots wind up in my duffle bag. The one nice skirt and top for evenings is next and then everything else. Shoes in the duffle. Medicines in one plastic bag; soaps. shampoo, etc. in another go in the duffle. I actually got everything stuffed into a small bag.

I look at it, decide this is crazy. I'll never be able to repack it once I get there and begin using things. I pat myself on the back for getting it all in one small bag and then get my larger bag where I'll be able to find things when I want them and put things back in once I'm there without having to repack every time I change a shirt. I move things from the small bag to the large one and marvel at all the space. Now I can put the hiking boots in the big one and won't have to lug them around.

I leave early tomorrow, Wednesday. The limo is picking me up at 7 am.  My dog sitter will eventually arrive to take care of the dogs around 10 am. The plane takes off at 10:30 am and I will arrive in Shanghai about 4:30 pm on Thursday. I'm off.

I'll try to blog again on Friday.

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    Carolyn Boiarsky

    " I am an American," but not "Chicago born" like Augie March. Only Chicago aged. I'd like to think that if Henry Louis Gates were to investigate my geneology, he would discover in my past three women who traveled around the globe, chronicling their adventures. Sarah Kemble Knight traveled 112 miles by carriage from Boston to New York in 1704, a journey most women did not embark on alone (and men did so only with some trepidation). In fact, women were only just beginning to exercise their independence in the 1920's when Emily Kimbrough took off with her friend, Cornelia Otis Skinner, to explore Europe. But it is Auntie Mame, transforming herself from a New Yorker to the wife of an Austrian Baron and climbing the Matterhorn, whose mantra I have adopted. "LIFE IS A BANQUET...LIVE!" I began travelling in the 1960's when I traveled around western Europe between graduating from the Univiersity of Pennsylvania and my first job as a statehouse correspondent for UPI (United Press International) in Charleston, West Virginia, which was about as foreign a place as Europe was to someone who grew up in the environs of Philadelphia. Since then, I've also travelled to Kaunas, Lithuania, to teach at Vytautus Magnus University and to Sheffield, England, to present a paper at an engineering conference. I've been to the Alps and seen Auntie Mame's Matterhorn while climbing, by a series of cable cars rather than by foot, toward the peak of Mont Blanc. For the past 10 years my husband and I have been traveling to unique places: a sheep farm during lambing season in England's Lake Country, a hotel on one of the Barromeo Islands in the middle of Lake Maggiore in Northern Italy, and a cottage in Dun Quin on the Dingle Peninsula which the Irish claim is the last parish before Boston. Between excursions, I'm a professor in the Department of English at Purdue University Calumet in Hammond, Indiana,. My husband passed away recently and, Auntie Mame-style, I am in the process of transforming myself. Last year I joined a tour to Central Asia. This year I'm going to China to work with the pandas. A new adventure. Another banquet.

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