Here are my magic words for the day: "I'm afraid that's not going to get done today." Just quietly, cheerfully, calmly: "I'm afraid that's not going to get done today." And then on we go. The one that is striking me hardest is that I need a new backpack. My old backpack is disintegrating, and it's disintegrating in a way that leaves the exterior intact while causing the interior to flake all over anything you put in it. I had to dispose of an otherwise perfectly good set of Calvin College playing cards, a Christmas gift from
mattgritter when he was a freshman, because they had been in the backpack when it started to go. But do I have time to go shopping for a new backpack today? I do not. So I will find a duffel bag or something else in the closet, and we will move on with the schedule. (Canvas bags from previous World Fantasy Cons are very fine for what they are, but they have no pockets and do not close and therefore are not carryons, to my way of thinking. At least not for the trip out.)
What I really want -- sorry I'm hung up on this -- is my old backpack. You know the one,
scottjames: the one I took to France with us. Yes, that was more than a decade ago. But it was an awesome backpack. It was green canvas, and the pockets were the right size -- big enough for my graphing calculator, small enough that I didn't try to stuff too much crud in them or forget what was in there -- and it sat just right on my shoulders, and it smelled right from the minute I first put books in it, and I loved it. I mended it several times. Then I got home from college for a break, and my mom expressed horror that I had been mending a green backpack with whatever threads in my prepackaged college sewing kit I expected not to use for anything else -- pink and bright purple, mostly -- and a black backpack appeared at Christmas. And it's been fine, very serviceable, never dumped my stuff all over O'Hare or anything like that. But we never emotionally bonded. It was always a strictly functional relationship, me and this backpack.
And maybe I'm past the point in my life when I can love a backpack. Maybe a girl passes a certain age and her relationship with her backpack just loses its magic. I don't know. I don't think I'm willing to give up on finding my backpack yet. I may end up settling for a backpack, but first there will be a search. And the search will not be today, because while I have had four real meals in a row now, plus a snack, I'm still a bit shaky and not going to push the issue. After my return, there will be the search for the backpack. Hither, thither, yon, and possibly Bigdale if I get desperate and can't find anything at hither, thither, or even yon. Wish me good questing. Backpacks can be very elusive. Especially if you don't want Dora the Explorer on them.
What I really want -- sorry I'm hung up on this -- is my old backpack. You know the one,
And maybe I'm past the point in my life when I can love a backpack. Maybe a girl passes a certain age and her relationship with her backpack just loses its magic. I don't know. I don't think I'm willing to give up on finding my backpack yet. I may end up settling for a backpack, but first there will be a search. And the search will not be today, because while I have had four real meals in a row now, plus a snack, I'm still a bit shaky and not going to push the issue. After my return, there will be the search for the backpack. Hither, thither, yon, and possibly Bigdale if I get desperate and can't find anything at hither, thither, or even yon. Wish me good questing. Backpacks can be very elusive. Especially if you don't want Dora the Explorer on them.
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Date: 2006-11-01 02:32 pm (UTC)I also prefer not to, but sadly don't wish to end up impoverished or in prison.
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Date: 2006-11-01 02:34 pm (UTC)I'm not universally saying things won't get done today -- they will, as they must. I'm just saying I have to sort out and label the things that won't, for the sake of my own sanity.
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Date: 2006-11-01 02:35 pm (UTC)I have owned the same backpack since jr high. My brother found it for me by the side of the road, and my mom sewed one of the straps back on, and we pinned some rips shut with safty pins.
It has gone camping and to conventions and to California. it shed for a while, collected ants and cookie crumbs, and is still the first thing I reach for when planning a trip where I'll be carrying stuff around.
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Date: 2006-11-01 09:56 pm (UTC)Though the 1/3 powdered milk, 1/3 powdered laundry soap, 1/3 Borax crystals treatment has worked wonders for my folks' ants. Er, if mass death is a 'wonder'.
... or may be you have not reached the OTHER age of it
Date: 2006-11-01 02:38 pm (UTC)(I blame the bright colours - I am just too hungry for colours to get rid of it before I lose something due to backpack failure)
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Date: 2006-11-01 02:54 pm (UTC)I ended up getting Kevin a carry-on from eBags that's meant to hold clothes etc. for a weekend or longer-- the nifty thing is that it's a backpack. Kevin likes the backpacks. Of course that's the backpack for clothes and longer trips; he has a smaller backpack for smaller carry-on or schlepping about town. (He got a very nice backpack at Target some years back, they seem to carry some nice Eddie Bauer backpacks in the camping section in addition to all the ones in the luggage and (when appropriate) back to school sections).
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Date: 2006-11-01 02:56 pm (UTC)(Other quests have involved looking for just the right black purse and the perfect black hat).
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Date: 2006-11-01 03:08 pm (UTC)And of course, your final paragraph just set my silly movie-line addled mind traipsing into the land of Clueless.
"I like him, but I don't love him. Like, I like my Sketchers, but I love my Prada backpack."
"But I love my Sketchers!"
"That's because you don't have a Prada backpack."
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Date: 2006-11-01 04:32 pm (UTC)P.
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Date: 2006-11-01 05:22 pm (UTC)My mother thought I should get a new backpack because mine was hair-oily grey at the top. It never occured to her that I could wash it.
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Date: 2006-11-01 08:33 pm (UTC)I'm still using an Eddie Bauer messenger-type-bag from... junior or senior year of college. It's still in good shape, but I'm trying to not use it too often, in order to make it last longer.
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