Bike helmet…check, bike shorts….oh-oh

Well, Janine has certainly set the tone about The Writing Mamas week at the Squaw Valley Writers’ Conference. Too soon to tell about key learnings, workshop glee and despair. We’re too rummy with information and emotion right now.

I so over-packed for the conference. Six pairs of shoes – flip flops, black semi-fancy sandals, sneakers, hiking boots, and two pairs of walking shoes, one blue pair, one brown. Five pairs of pants. Two sun hats. Three notebooks – one for the workshops, one for the speakers and panel discussions and one just in case, for whatever. A 20-can box of Diet Coke. One box of 12 of my favorite mechanical pencils. I’m too lazy to get up from this table and count how many tee shirts and blouses hang in the closet.

What could I possibly be missing? Bike shorts. I ride my bike from venue to venue and my pants catch in the chain. For brief jaunts, I have paid careful attention to the distance from my leg to the chain. But today I had time for a long ride. What to do?

I am pleased to report that I think no one saw me riding in my pajama bottoms which are knee-length. The target buyer must be a teenager – PEACE is inscribed down the left left in huge pink letters, surrounded by sparkly stars and peace symbols. They looked like hell but I felt free and safe.

However, no pictures of me in my pj shorts will be made available.