Thu
7
Dec '06
I’m going back to Iceland. Tomorrow.
I just got off the phone with Ingólfur, the man for who I built the polar bear, and they need to make some changes to the bear. He asked if I would be willing to come out. Heck, yeah. So, I’m getting on a plane tomorrow morning at 5:30 a.m. I’ll spend a week in Iceland and then be back the following Friday.
Now, if you’ll excuse me. I have a lot to get done suddenly.
Tags: Iceland, Journal
Heh! Awesome, have a great time and swim in some cool pools if you have the chance… mind you I bet you got bored of them, living there n’ all…
Got to love those last minute work trips.
It’s like being a secret agent!
Bahahaha! Yup, indeed; wear sunglasses, and arrange to meet your husband in disguise at that Erró exhibit!
It was tempting to not tell him I was coming and surprise him, but I decided that it was a Bad Idea.
He might have blown your cover.
:-[
Astonishing! It would certainly be tempting to surprise Rob, but he’d probably have a heart attack…or SOME kind of attack. Wishing you both a Happy Reunion.
If I were getting in on a workday, I’d probably have done it, but I’m getting in on Saturday morning.
Good that you’re flexible enough to jet off to Iceland at a moment’s notice! I guess I’ll have to meet Marlowe after you’re back.
Safe Journeys!
Oh my! Yes. I’m hoping that I haven’t made plans with anyone this week that I’ve forgotten to cancel. I’ll be home on Friday, so anything after that is still on, but otherwise…