My husband has given me a task that I should be enjoying, but it’s driving me crazy. He has a conference coming up in Philadephia, and he is taking me with him. We will be going a day early so we can rent a car and do some sightseeing before the conference starts, and my husband is letting me do all the planning for that one day. That’s right. Just one day, and I can’t figure out how to spend it in the best way.
The problem is we used to live there, but we haven’t been back since 1980. Our youngest son was born there. My husband’s career really started there. We want to drive back to our old apartments and see if we can remember which one was ours. We want to eat at our favorite restaurant, The Country Lawyer, in West Chester (easy one to cross off the list…I checked, and it isn’t there anymore). We want to take pictures of our daughter’s elementary school, Fern Hill, so she can see where she started kindergarten.
Of course we have to visit the college where my husband worked, and drive through Valley Forge because we spent many wonderful picnics there. Oh, and we want to go to Lancaster to see the beautiful Pennsylvania Dutch farms, and Chadd’s Ford to see the art of the Brandywine artists. And what about the world’s largest flea market? Is that in Coatsville or Downingtown? I can’t remember. Thirty-four years have dimmed my memory. More research is obviously needed.
I perused websites all day yesterday and got nothing else accomplished. I planned out routes and times using Google maps. I looked at restaurant menus. I can’t tell you how many hours that took. Food is very important to me, as you know if you follow my blog. I think I’ve already decided what I’m having for lunch at the brew pub. Well, maybe I better take another look at the menu, just to be sure. It’s so hard to make decisions.
If we had a week or even a few days, it wouldn’t be so hard. It’s narrowing the choices down and sticking with a plan that’s hard for me. I’m one who usually just goes with the flow. I’ve never wanted the job of setting our itinerary. Too much power for me. What if my choices stink and we’ve wasted the entire day? What if I leave out something important? This is too much pressure. One day. One lousy day, and I can’t make up my mind. Wait! I’ve got it! I’m ordering the Thai mussels. Or…maybe the burger. No, definitely the mussels. I feel so much better.