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Packing is never fun. It can hold the promise of coming adventure, but generally it’s tedious.
That being said, it requires a ritual. I always had one: listen to Michael Hedges’ Taproot (AMG) while packing. I packed for almost all my trips for ten years that way.
We didn’t listen to anything packing for this trip. And K did most of the packing. And ironing.

I offered to help. “No — I’m afraid that you might forget something important.”
“Like the Girl?” I think, but then think again.
But all that’s behind us now. This is scheduled to be posted when — theoretically — we’re lifting off the ground on a Lufthansa Airbus, beginning the first (and longest) leg of our journey.
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It almost goes without saying, but it is obviously the main reason we’re going back to Poland.
A death in the family brought about the realization that time spent with family is time best spent.
Only a few hours to go until the reunion.
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There is a swing in K’s folks’ backyard that is more of a pendulum than a swing. The seat hangs by iron rods rather than chains, and as such, it has an arch a little different than what swing enthusiasts are probably used to — if there is a Swing Enthusiast Association of America.
L likes to swing. She also, it turns out, likes to slide.


Yesterday afternoon, we took her to a new park — new for us, at any rate — and she could not get enough of the sliding boards. Nor could she get enough of the small climbing wall leading up to one of the slides:


And of course slides and climbing walls weren’t the only attractions:


In two days, I tell her, we’ll be swinging “u Babci i dziadka.”
A few weeks ago we kept some friends’ dogs for the week. I realized anew why I prefer cats.
If pets were animals, Bogart would play cats while dogs would be played by Jim Carey.
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