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Aug. 2nd, 2004 07:53 pmAnd now i am officially on vacation.
Tomorrow is sheera, pedi-/manicure, hair trim, wash clothes. Wednesday is finish laundry day, packing day, and taking the dog to the kennel day. Still don't know how i'm getting to the airport on Thursday morning. Master, or the neighbor, or Ashraf, the taxi man. On the plane, an hour in Heathrow (give or take a day or two) and JFK, here i come. i asked a psychic friend, she sees no troubles for me on the trip west. i didn't have the courage to ask about the return.
Master's hair is getting so light. He's been working out in the Iraqi sun, and it's bleaching what little there is of it out. And He's getting a farmer tan, and a sunburned forehead. He's in a much better frame of mind today. The getting over the border thing was a piece of cake. They are unloaded, the berthing units are most definitely NOT turnkey. No a/c. He is not happy about that, and when He called the man about it, the guy said, "well I talked to Mr. JR, and he said they weren't needed." Master said, don't think so bubba, i'm he, and i know i didn't say that, or words to that effect. So part of tomorrow will be spent inventorying the units and making arrangements to get what is missing up there.
Poor Geof. He is someplace inventorying guns. 90 cartons. Don't know how many in each carton, but they are not in consecutive serial order. He and his workers got five boxes done yesterday. That works out to be about 18 days on this task. Neither Master nor he are saying good things about the army right now.
Today is my sister's birthday. Happy birthday to you.
Tomorrow is sheera, pedi-/manicure, hair trim, wash clothes. Wednesday is finish laundry day, packing day, and taking the dog to the kennel day. Still don't know how i'm getting to the airport on Thursday morning. Master, or the neighbor, or Ashraf, the taxi man. On the plane, an hour in Heathrow (give or take a day or two) and JFK, here i come. i asked a psychic friend, she sees no troubles for me on the trip west. i didn't have the courage to ask about the return.
Master's hair is getting so light. He's been working out in the Iraqi sun, and it's bleaching what little there is of it out. And He's getting a farmer tan, and a sunburned forehead. He's in a much better frame of mind today. The getting over the border thing was a piece of cake. They are unloaded, the berthing units are most definitely NOT turnkey. No a/c. He is not happy about that, and when He called the man about it, the guy said, "well I talked to Mr. JR, and he said they weren't needed." Master said, don't think so bubba, i'm he, and i know i didn't say that, or words to that effect. So part of tomorrow will be spent inventorying the units and making arrangements to get what is missing up there.
Poor Geof. He is someplace inventorying guns. 90 cartons. Don't know how many in each carton, but they are not in consecutive serial order. He and his workers got five boxes done yesterday. That works out to be about 18 days on this task. Neither Master nor he are saying good things about the army right now.
Today is my sister's birthday. Happy birthday to you.
