Aye-Tin-Er-Air-Ry

[elfs]

The actual vacation schedule is probably all wrong. I have a vague memory of Omaha reversing the course of driving.

Friday:

• Finish up system at work so it's stable enough for next week
• Stop at Sam's Coffee for 1/2 hour writing session...
• Pick up Yamaarashi-chan from her mother's
• Feed
• Head to Uffington Horse concert, dropping off Omaha in downtown on the way.
• Go home and sleep

Saturday:

• Make breakfast: pancakes, probably. From scratch, of course! Whole milk, no butter in the mix, fluffed egg whites.
• Make and pack a lunch.
• Head out early for Low Tide Festival at Port Townsend Marine Science Center with Omaha and the kids. (See what you have to put up with when you marry an oceanographer?)
• Catch the next ferry home.
• Start packing for trip to Florida.
• Burn CDs to listen to on the trip.

Sunday:

• Breakfast. Something protein-ish. Scrambled eggs with cheese.
• Drop Yamaarashi-chan off at her mother's house since she's going to her cousin's birthday party that afternoon.
• Pack
• Ensure everything is recharged, has back-up batteries, or whatever. This includes: the Palm, the laptop, the cell phone, the CD player, the toothbrush.
• Ensure Kouryou-chan has a sketchbook, a CD player of her own, and a zillion things to do on a six-hour plane ride.
• Get cab to airport.
• Fly to Tampa. One stop somewhere.

Monday:

• Visit in Tampa with the family on Omaha's father's side.

Tuesday:

• Visit many of Omaha's childhood haunts.

Wednesday:

• Drive down to Lauderhill to visit my mother.

Thursday

• Drive up to Jacksonville (5 hours) to visit Omaha's mother.

Friday:

• Spend time with Omaha's mother.

Saturday:

• Not sure what we're doing here.

Sunday:

• Fly back home.

Comments

Go visit St. Petersburg, and especially Gulfport

[grayfoxofwinter.livejournal.com]

Gulfport is my old stomping grounds. My mom owns Larinda's skin and nail care near the beach, and Gulfport has a small but burgeaning artist community down there (mostly gay, go figure).