The big day is Monday and my house is a disaster. I brought my suitcase up and am throwing things in it as I think of them. Packing for the unknown is such fun. I don't know how long I'll be away, where I'm going and when--this is not the way I live my life.
My over-riding concern is what will I read in the hospital. I have checked and rechecked my bookcases and this is what I've come up with (for now):
Notes from a small island by Bill Bryson
Madensky Square by Eva Ibbotson
A spoonful of jam by Michelle Magorian
The raging quiet by Sherryl Jordan
I think this is a nice mix of adult, light, cozy and fantasy. You never know what you'll be in the mood for, right?
I talked to my brother last night (he had his knee replacement surgery on September 13) and he said it's a little hard to concentrate on reading when you're in pain so I've decided to throw a couple magazines in the bag, too. Country Living, Victoria and Vogue (I buy the September issue each year because the fashions are so hysterically funny and totally unreal--highly amusing reading). I also have crossword puzzles, a pentominoes (I've been fascinated with those since reading Blue Balliett's Chasing Vermeer) travel game and an embroidery project (the skyline of New York which I've been working on for close to 20 years--it includes the World Trade Center).
That's the plan for now but there is still 48 hours until I start packing and who know what will happen between now and then.