Late every summer, I get this nagging feeling that there is something I should be doing.
Of course, it comes from all of the years (and years and years) I spent in academia. The end of summer signals the anticipation of the start of the new school year.
The same thing happens to Foreign Service folks. Usually about 6 months before we need to head to post.
We start getting the nagging feeling we should be getting ready.
It has started for me. I am beginning to sort in my head. I'm making lists of things I want to make sure I have in my UAB...and I keep meaning to ask post how long it typically takes there to get it. And I need to start thinking of what I need to mail to myself (pet supplies, etc).
I am also thinking about what I can get rid of, and what I can leave behind in storage. I plan to take much less with me this time (thank god for the kindle! now I can take lots and lots of books with not much added weight!).
And my big fret...winter clothes.
I don't really have them...at least not THAT kind of winter!
And apparently I should have looked for a winter coat in JULY instead of now.
Now how the hell was I supposed to know that??
And I am discovering that what I thought I would do, which is just get an LL Bean coat, probably will be insufficient. Well, insufficient if those coats weren't sold out!
So now I am getting recommendations of coats like the Canada Goose Mystique. but of course, those are long since sold out. As are the Patagonia Downtown Loft, and the North Face Arctic Park. People, I am Southern! I am going to die if I can't get a decent coat!
And it gets worse. I need boots. They need to be warm, waterproof, and professional-looking enough to wear to work.
Here's the monkey-wrench...I am a lesbian.
And not a lipstick lesbian.
I don't do girly. Ever. No heels. No "pretty." Ever.
I don't own a dress. I haven't worn one in longer that I can remember. Not to my graduation, not to my mother's funeral. And if those don't rate a dress, nothing does.
That is severely limiting in the boot department even before you add in the requirements of living in arctic-stonia.
Yeah, that nagging in my head is rapidly turning into alarm bells!
ON EDIT: I just realized I misspelled heels. Not all that surprising, actually.
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