I board a plane to Frankfurt (then Amman, then Baghdad) nine days from today. Yesterday I began to think that this does not give me enough time to take care of all the details that must be taken care of, or at least not by using the calm, thorough method I might prefer. For obvious reasons, going to Baghdad requires a whole slew of complicated arrangements. I still don't have an Iraqi entry visa or the letters from my employers asserting my right to be there. I don't have a prescription for Cipro or the updated shots I need, I haven't done my prescreening for PTSD, I haven't backed up my computer's contents on an external hard drive (which I need to buy) and I don't have appropriately modest clothing. I also am working three days this week, entertaining my mother, who is in town from Tuesday through Monday and trying to see everyone who wants to hang out one more time before I go. Oh, and my car desperately needs an oil change.
Yikes.
1 comment:
maybe everyone could send you something appropriate by fed ex. It would be like a wacky backwards scavenger hunt. every female can look in their closets and find something to give you. long sleeve shirts, ankle length skirts, scarves, desert colors.
in reality if your mom gets enthusiastic there is a huge llbean store at tysons corner. they always tout their travel clothing.
jag
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