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Extreme Packing for a Measly Three Day Trip

Does this look familiar? Are you one of the control freaks (like me) who prepares for a little getaway by packing everything you could possibly use in any weather or eventuality?

My husband and I are going for our ritual little end of summer getaway to Block Island for a long weekend. It’s a lovely little escape from all the hustle and bustle of the mainland, and actually reminds of an Ireland – France combo with its rolling hills, stone walls, and ocean cliffs. The problem though, is when you get a weather report which indicates tornados going into the weekend, sunny warm days, and 55 degree nights. So what do I do? I practice extreme packing for 31/2 seasons, bringing everything from bathing suits, beach towels and chairs, to Polartec jackets. We also bring all our own liquor and wine because the prices there are exorbitant. Oh, not to mention the seltzer for spritzers, piles of fruit, sandwiches and chips, cookies and whatnot. Then there’s the workout shoes and outfits for hot, cool, or freezing conditions.

(One of my mottos is “Be prepared!)

The only slight snag in the plan is that we have to fit all this crap in the wee little dinky trunk of our old Beemer 2-person convertible! There’s barely enough room in there for a big sandwich! I wonder what would happen if one year we just played it all by ear, weren’t so over-prepared, and just let whatever happened, happen. Would the sky fall in? Would we have a better time?

I may never know because I’m wedded to the illusion of control…………….

Wish me luck!
Susan Lager

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Weird Day

How’s this for a weird day:

I wake up to a spider lazily crawling across my hand. I go downstairs to find Mackey, my cat, has vomited all over his food bowl. He’s looking very bored as he sits illegally atop our most precious Italian leather chair. I go onto my computer to check my email, only to find that all the information in the footer area of my website has mysteriously disappeared. My webmaster has also mysteriously disappeared, and no longer works for the hosting company.The weird day is now into full swing…..

I’m en route to an orthopedic appointment when a Sirius XM radio show about affairs comes on, and before I know it, I’m on the air, excitedly chatting with the usually arrogant host, even though I’m in heavy traffic and now late for the doc. I meet with the doc who seems like he’s stoned, show him the mysterious bump on my foot, and he tells me, no, contrary to public opinion, I won’t need a major, bone-shaving operation, I just walk an awful lot, here’s two cheap insoles, walk less. I get a rare parking spot directly in front of my building, so, for once, no need to walk. I see several clients, and they’re all having a wonderful week, no problems in sight (?) I find as yet unidentified brown, chewy things in my salad, but hungrily eat it anyway. I spend the next hour waiting to die. Nothing remarkable happens, except my fax machine won’t work. I go to my mailbox, and there’s nothing there, not even a coupon. I see some very big, strange thing swimming in the pond outside my window. (????)……  Later, my husband and I watch a movie we both like, and he actually stays awake for the whole thing!

Some days are just weird.

I’m outta here,
Susan Lager

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One Block Away

Good (almost) Morning!

Today was one of those bizarre days. I was already five minutes late for a lunch date with a friend and colleague, furiously rinsing my hair in the shower when the Gutter Guy shows up needing to know where there’s a leak in the new system. I race downstairs, wet and soapy, give him his instructions, finish the shower, and race to meet my friend at the cafe. We have a spirited lunch, while at the next table a previous client and his wife are openly attesting to the benefits of couples therapy with me, unfazed by our juxtaposition. Then I race into Portsmouth, and curse a “little detour” created by TV crews, onlookers, and police cars. I’m driving too fast to notice the machinegun-toting swat team, rooftop snipers, and bomb- squad robots surrounding a Greyhound bus on Hanover Street. I proceed with my day of clients, intent on their problems, while one block away the center of Portsmouth is being evacuated due to a bomb threat, possibly a terrorist attack. Meanwhile, one block away from that, my son is sitting in an outdoor cafe with a close friend sipping lemonades surrounded by throngs of shoppers and tourists happily enjoying the glorious spring day.  He and the entire staff have just been sent home from their mutual fund brokerage where everyone had been glued to two TV’s: one graphically witnessing the unfolding “bomb scene” nearby, the other documenting the inexplicable 1000 point three hour plunge in the stock market.

I say, it’s all a matter of perspective in life.

Sleep tight,
Susan Lager

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I am a licensed, board certified pyschotherapist and relationship coach in Portsmouth, New Hampshire. Through my psychotherapy or coaching services, I can provide you with skills and tools to transform your life.

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