Look out Jackson, my Dad is headed your way....

Well, some of you may already have checked this out on your calendars, but just in case you have forgotten, this it T(rip) -12 days and 12 hours (and counting!)

This is also the day we put my dad on a biiiig airplane to fly to England. No, he is not going to see Jackson, but muzzer says maybe next time....and even though he is going to Scotland too, he is not going to see Marvin the Poet. He is just going to give some boring old lectures and papers and eat in the pubs.

So, this afternoon when muzzer came back from work, they packed his bags. Here is a photo of a few of the things they packed, with Teka "helping." In the first picture, you can see her little nose at the far side of the bed.






But in the second picture, muzzer walked around to that side and caught Teka napping! Ha. She was not helping. She was not folding clothes. She was not counting sockies or underwear. She was napping. But, she is pretty good at that, so we let her continue.





When they were finished folding and rolling and stuffing and cramming, Dad had one rolling bag (his favorite) and one duffel bag to carry. He should not have to do laundry or buy extra clothes, at least as long as the airplane doesn't eat his roll on bag.




And he also has to carry this big green thingy, which muzzer swears weighs more than I do! It has his books and his notes and his papers and his sunglasses. Dad points out that it does not have: A computer, A Blackberry, A cell phone,or An I-Pod. He quotes from his friend Michael C. " I have never had a legal pad and pencil crash in the middle of a presentation." Muzzer says they are Luddites!

And finally, here is a picture of me, Gussie. I am supervising, and doing a darned good job of it! I am now in charge and must take care of muzzer and Teka (dad said). OK. My first executive decision is.......Let's go get some ice cream!