I love to travel, don't get me wrong, but traveling during Thanksgiving is kind of like traveling to outer space. Just to help me have a "friend" with me (besides my family), Bear will be making the journey with me.
First of all there's the packing to tackle. Luckily, Bear needs to do no packing. He's a come as he is bear . . . embarrassingly so, he has no clothes, except his darling black gingham fancy bow. I however, need to pack.
I live in sunny California. The weather drops to below 60 and we all grab winter gear. Big baggy coats, scarves, mittens, hats . . . it looks like there's a ski resort in the vicinity. I've lived in California for most of my life, so I have to admit I'm one of the ones who will wear a scarf and my "winter coat" out to Target. My winter coat though is really more of a heavier weight rain coat and when the temperature drops into the 40's (which it does in Northern California), I'm cold.
So in packing for the trip I have taken all of my sweaters (3) and all of my long sleeve shirts (4). I managed to locate my scarf and mittens, surprisingly not buried in the closet, and I have shoved all of them in the suitcase, along with warm socks and other assorted gear. I'm going to layer all of these things under my woefully lacking Missouri jacket and hope for the best. Snow is forecasted, of course, and I am delighted at the prospect of freezing in the land of Missouri. At least I have Bear, he has a warm coat and is quite toasty to hug, thank goodness. He will fit under my jacket, just saying.
We're off for the airport now. Bear is excited, he's never been on an airplane before and I have to watch that he doesn't wander off and get lost like Paddington in the infamous childrens' stories. I'm sure lots of adventures await and I am taking notes for future posts. Bon Voyage <shiver>!
