England-Scotland April 2004

the border stones

the quality of a trip is all in the planning
February 14, 2002
"...And, can we go to Scotland on our honeymoon, Dann?"
"We'll see."

February 14, 2003
"Dann, we've been planning the wedding for a year. Should we start thinking about the honeymoon?"
"We'll see."

June 14, 2003
"*smooch* So happy we're married, Dann."
"Me, too."
"About Scotland..."
"We'll see."

October 25, 2003
"We're buying tickets, Dann. Today."
"..."
"Today."
"Fiiiine."

April 1, 2004
"We should probably pack, shouldn't we?"
"I've been packing for two months, Dann."
"..."

execution, after all... is mostly a matter of luck
April 2, 2004

We leave for New York, and the home of my brother- and sister-in-law. We have business in New York, if it can be called that: there's a nephew to meet and adore, and Dann has a baseball draft for his fantasy league. Plus, our plane to Scotland leaves from there.

However, I made a tactical error somewhere and decided to finish and submit a novel in the last two weeks of March, so by April 2nd, I'm functioning on less sleep and more caffeine than is good for... anyone. I crash on the plane, in the car on the way to the house, and finally, very soon after dinner.

April 3, 2004

A day of babies and hanging with my sister-in-law, while the boys play their game. It's good downtime to recover from work and novel-writing. Melinda and I watch About a Boy, which is good prep for going to England, because, for example, I learn what Countdown is, and that does become relevant later on...

April 4, 2004