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 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 CAPTAIN’S CHAIR.
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.