Yes, it is time to prepare for a flight to Israel to visit children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren, all of whom we are blessed to have.
This means, of course, in addition to our own needs for the two-week stay, we are amassing small gifts for the young ones, known as tchotchkes (the gifts, not the kids). Standard definition of tchotchkes: small items of joy, such as toys, trinkets and what-nots.
They are our pleasure to provide but a challenge to pack. Particularly since Continental Airlines is now allowing us only one free bag each instead of two, as it had previously.
As the spare bedroom begins to bulge with said tchotchkes the brain begins configuring how to get them into as few bags as possible. Some items can be folded others cannot because they are hard-surfaced.
I'm usually pretty good at stowing these items in a rolling duffle and squeezing the foldables into corners of our suitcases. Nevertheless, it would not be pre-travel time (we leave on Feb.28) if I did not begin to panic over packing.
My wife urges calm. Don't worry, she says, it'll all get in as she adds yet another tchotchke to the pile.
The upside: none will make the return trip.
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