I didn’t go to work this
morning – too much to do. So little time! I picked up my visa from the post
office. I came home and made a series of phone calls to nail down my travel
arrangements, and put the credit card people on alert that I will be traveling.
Finally was able to leave around 11 and get into work. I just felt like I had
to get that done and I feared the lunch hour wouldn’t be enough time.
The Delta flight I need for
Saturday night has no seats in economy, so I will have to sit in business
class. That means the seats won’t be as comfortable – that was my experience
last time, anyway. I also read the dress code requirements – I’m not sure if I
can get away with wearing Crocs. That’s alarming. I live in Crocs. I shudder at
the thought of wearing other shoes on my fat little hobbit-like feet. Until
Crocs, all shoes were simply torture devices for me. I NEED Crocs…
I was researching hotel
rooms in Astana, since I will be staying there Sunday and Monday nights. There
are only about 5 hotels to choose from. One of the hotels was pretty cheap and
didn’t look too bad, but I decided against it when the list of “amenities”
included the toilet. Yikes. I opted for the safe choice, the Radisson. I will
get in very late Sunday night and the Radisson sounds more comforting.
Alesia was very giggly
tonight when we started watching the movie Bend It Like Beckham - I mean
practically hysterical giggling. I figured it was just the Giggle-monster – a frequent
visitor to our house. I finally reached in my robe pocket to take out a couple
of those miniature Hersheys candies I had taken from the living room candy dish,
and the little rascal had stolen them. She was giggly because she had stuck
them in her back pocket and been sitting on them. I'm surprised they didn't
melt! I didn’t eat them of course. I refused to eat Popka candy. [Popka is the
Russian word for buttocks – but a much nicer word, we think.]
I accomplish some travel
things but my mind is always racing ahead to what I didn’t get done. Too many
things, including paying my taxes and bathing the dog. From the painful to the
ridiculous…
