I have a special trip coming up in February (Africa), and I’m beginning my travel diary plans. I bought the diary months ago and put it away until needed. That would be now since I plan to journal the grand adventure of getting ready for the adventure, starting with the $$$ worth of inoculations, titers, boosters and antibiotics from the travel doctor. Who wouldn’t want to record getting every probably unnecessary shot known to man…just in case. I put my foot down at rabies prevention since it was honestly something like $600. I’m taking my chances on a monkey spitting into my eyes. And if a lion mauls me? I’ve got bigger problems than whether I can get to rabies treatment fast enough to make a difference. (Yes, if you don’t get treated quickly enough you are toast.)
Here’s how the pre-travel visit plays out:
First, the staff explains all the shots recommended for that part of the world and goes over the current CDC recommendations for that country and then looks at any disease outbreaks in neighboring countries. Then, they hand you a book with pictures of third world medical facilities (reusing rubber gloves and hanging them on sticks to dry is one of the “best practices.”) Finally, they leave the room for you to look over the information, stare stupidly at your sister and come to a decision about your inoculations, which you foolish thought would be Hep A and done. When the nurse comes back in, you and your sister say, “We’ll have everything you recommended, please. Except the rabies. And how much is that special bug spray?” (My uncle who is taking me on this trip laughed for about ten minutes and then said, “Sweetie, the flies consider the bug spray a tenderizer. And you are a lot more gullible than I thought.”
I countered with, “Shut up. And give me that Christmas brownie back.”
As you might guess, the trip is off to a great start. At least in terms of journaling the experience. Any decent travel journal would have to include this experience, right? That brings me to my topic of scribbling.
I want to write beautifully and have brilliant things to say so that years from now I can pick up this special book and be carried effortlessly back to the trip and the experiences. (And re-live my inoculation exuberance.)
There’s just the one flaw with my plan. Penmanship. Yep. Turns out you have to *write* in journals. Who knew?
The support staff here at Bell Bridge. They have recently ordered a variety of writing utensils for me to try, including disposable fountain pens which I’m quite liking. I actually can write beautifully if I slow down. Anyone who knows me will tell you there is a 0-10% chance of that happening regularly. I just can’t be bothered to write so slowly!! Not when I can type a zillion words a minute. Why did I think a written journal was the ticket? Most of my notes in the office consist of a post it note on which I jot three words to jog my memory and sign with “See me, DD” because I can’t be bothered to write the whole explanation out.
I’m getting a bad feeling about this journal’s eventual fate. The road to Hell . . . .
Want to vent about any mistakes you’ve made lately or whether you think any schools should actually be teaching cursive any more? Is cursive necessary in today’s world?