Today is the 58th day of my 60 day vacation. This is what I had for breakfast. Naturally it comes courtesy of Trader Joe’s. Do yourself a favor and try their organic, low-fat, plain yogurt at your earliest convenience. Paired with their jarred mangos and some grapenuts it makes for a breakfast of champions. No, I am not their advertising rep. I just play one on my blog.
Later in the afternoon, after a morning of visual journaling and an episode of Monk I took a well–deserved book break. I’m at the can’t-put-it-down stage. That part of the book where you have BECOME the characters and are already missing them even though you still have over a hundred pages left. Oy…….this is a good one.
I have lots of Junk In My Trunk including but not limited to a deluxe captain’s chair, firewood, 2 cans of Cambell’s Chunky chicken noodle soup, toilet paper, shoes, gloves, binoculars, a pinecone, several large rocks, a quarter, underpants, my straw sun-bonnet, heavy duty paper plates, a box of plastic cutlery, blanket, bullhorn, cat food, a case of diet vanilla Pepsi, water, 20 marble composition books that came loose from their Save-on bag 8 months ago, one surge protector,a metal grate for outdoor cooking, blue tarp, socks, plastic wrap from the nursery, a knife with useful tool extension things, breathmints, a screwdriver, and a jacket.
My friend RANDI keeps surfboard wax in her trunk. Last night in the middle of a crisis fantasy I mentioned some of the contents of my trunk. Then today there she goes posting them for everyone to have a good hearty laugh about. It’s clear after reading her post that if we’re going to survive the accident we’ll need to land in the same ravine. While I’m setting up my cell phone so that the rescue team can begin to triangulate our position based on the signal and the satellite, she’s going to be making plastic party hats and superhero capes. We’ll need to look good when we’re rescued. I just hope I don’t have to put on one of those harness contraptions to get hoisted up out of the ravine. A basket would be better. Much better. Plus with a basket those strapping rescue fellows won’t really be able to tell how much Junk is actually in my Trunk.
My trunk has a child safety pull-cord on the inside. In case I am being moved to a second location in my own car I need to be able to jump out. Also most carjackers might not be aware of the dual-entry safety feature of my trunk. I can kick out the seat and have the surge protector wrapped around their neck before they can say SURFBOARD WAX.
In the glove compartment I keep my Worst Case Scenario Survival Handbook. Knowing how to escape from a sinking car, jump from a moving car, treat frostbite, survive when lost in the mountains, break down a door, escape from quicksand, identify a bomb, or use a defibrillator to restore a heartbeat are Important Useful Skills. “Safety First” as my mother would say. She taught me practically everything I know about disaster preparedness. And unlike my sister, when mom dished out her safety strategies I wasn’t horsing around.