when life hands you lemons...

while my blogmate and i occasionally tell each other stuff over the blog, more often we engage in avid pre-blogging, either because we just can't wait for the other to find out just how witty we are (as if we don't both check the blog every 45 seconds), or because we're considering writing about something that seems a little too delicate to be blog-appropriate. over and over again, for example, we came to the conclusion that blogging about the hurricane was probably wrong.

with that, it's time to introduce you to our our good friend ck. my blogmate and i have both grown quite fond of ck this year. we openly envy her irish-ness, her extensive knowledge of north-side pubs, and the fact that she often has good work gossip. while there's abosultely nothing funny about the fact that ck just lost her aged grandmother, i did find it a little humurous that my blogmate and i clung to her every word as she described going back to ireland for the funeral, where her huge family rented out a b&b for the week and had a designated bar that served as a rendez-vous between family functions. "is it wrong to want to go to irish funeral?" i asked my blogmate.

now it's a couple of weeks later and my own aged grandmother as rapidly dwindling, throwing a major wrinkle into my holiday plans. again, nothing funny about it, except for the ridiculous packing dilemma that has ensued. ironically, it all seems to come back to the hurricane. this was supposed to be a fun week, with evenings spent at fire-place-containing wine bars (who knew there were so many?), and careful prepartion for my annual weekend in the boonies with my parents. with a suitcase full of fleece, wool socks, chocolate and bourbon i was supposed to head out to arkansas to meet my folks at an abandoned golf resort to join them in their yearly binge of anti-socialism (that the festivities were slated to take place in arkansas and not the usual northern alabama is actually also a hurricane by-product).

but now my grandmother has fallen quite ill, and i have to zip off to washington dc to see her. a lifelong new orleans resident, she's now resettled in maryland post-hurricane. hence the packing dilemma. i might be going to dc where i have to look respectable enough to talk to doctors at a nursing home. i might be going to arkansas to go hiking and have christmas dinner at the state park lodge. i might be going to a funeral in new orleans (packing challenge #1), in which case i might as well go to my high school reunion in new orleans (which justifiably would merit three weeks of wardrobe planning), and will be certainly be going to my favorite new orleans dive bars with all my friends who happen to be in town (and at high risk of running into several ex-boyfriends requiring a degree of cuteness that takes alot of effort for me). so not only the weather, but also the circumstance will be completley different in all of these potential locations. how's in the world does one pack for such a trip?

one of our research gurus at work once said, "don't ever be sad about your data- you can always find something to say about it." maybe the same thing is true about blogging. that or the filterlessness is getting out of hand.