packing

In the next three days I am packing for two very different trips that will take up most of the next three weeks. This means digging out everything I own for clothing and seeing what will work for what purpose. I find interesting things when I do this. I also notice that I've lost things that I'm looking for.

Found:
-PVC capri length leggins
-corset I wore in my wedding(these two look great together)
-the number of shirts that I have that are very similarly colored(hard to notice til they're all together)

Lost:
White short shorts(dammit)
black softy tank I just bought(crazy making)

Trying to decide if I wanna take the pvc and corset. I'd likely need to bring my boots or get a new pair. Last festival I took them to I discovered that flying makes my feet swell up. They are snug boots already. Months ago I was thinking about what I would bring to this event several months ago and threw up my hands in disgust saying I'd just wear t-shirts and yoga pants. I think that would not be good for my head though. So I'm making an effort. Still, it makes me tired to think about and work on.

I looked over the class schedule and other than the fire spinning classes(We like big balls?!) I'm not hugely interested. I know that part of that is getting it in my head to allocate energies efficiently. If I don't do that, well, things would be bad. I don't have too many spoons. Have to make sure that I pay attention. I'm going to Greece after all.

Book

Last Thursday I worked. It was pretty slow for foot traffic though the big boss man reassured me that the sale were really good for the day.

I read a book. I finished the book. Mmmmm, book.

The Enchantment Emporium. Tanya Huff.

I may need to own it. I really hope she writes more in this world. There are aspects of this book that are really upsetting to some people. Most of those aspects I am really fond of. The treatment of sex frex. Not taboo. Not bad. Not shameful. Just another part of life, like eating and sleeping.

One habit of the main character was drawing charms on people that effectively said "MINE." I understand this impulse recently. Maybe I'm just getting to an age where I feel like I need to mark mine. A name tag of sorts, or perhaps a warning label. "No really. Don't fuck with this one. It comes with bigger consequences than you wanna deal with." Its not even a mine and only mine thing. I'm not selfishly possessive. Maybe I'm just tired of mine getting hurt. I won't do this. Everbody has their lessons to learna dn getting hurt is part of it. But wow is it tempting. MINE!