Wednesday, August 06, 2025

departure

Well, the good news is that by 1 pm, I am packed (my flight leaves at 6:10pm). The bad news? There is plenty of it in the press. Nothing in my life comes close to being horrible. "Mildly annoying" at worst and perhaps "a small challenge" if you want to think positively about life.

My small challenges? Here's one: the air is lousy once again. This affects Ed more than me, both because he is more sensitive to pollution and, too, I'm going away and he isn't. 

Very early in the morning I do attend to the flowers. A little bit. Around the edges. There are still a few clumps of lilies blooming their heads off, but most have retired for the year and by the time I come back, we will be well past any grand lily display. So do enjoy these few photos -- you wont see them again until next year, if we are here next year rather than in some memory care or rehabilitative unit. You never know with people in their seventies.

 


 

 

(a color to remember in the bleak days of winter)


 

 

 


 

 

 


 

 

 


 

 

I eat breakfast with Ed and Dance. Ed tells me that the cat misses me when I go away. She looks for me and mopes. I'm not sure you could tell if a cat is moping, but I do know that Dance likes to have her two people in place. She is happiest when we are both on the couch. 

 


 

 

And then I pack. And water plants. And clean the house for Ed (and for myself: I'll come home to a much better environment if I leave it in a decent state). By 4:30, I am at the airport. Always hard to say goodbye. Always. And yet, here I go.

But go where? The focal point of this two weeker is Warsaw, Poland. Time to see family and friends there. But I'm spending a few days before adjusting to Europe before I plunge into the frenzy of trying to fit too much into my days in Poland. And after my visit there, I am taking another few days in Europe unwinding before I return to farmette life and the new school year for the kids. I've changed my mind where I should acclimate and then unwind many many times. It has to feel right or it's not worth the time or money. I think I hit it right. We will see.

Until tomorrow then. If all goes well, you'll hear from me next from Norway.

with so much love...