It has been over a week since I last blogged – so what the heck have I been doing? I don’t know. Well, I do know, sort of. The Artistic One and I took Kat to the city across the mountains to catch a plane back to South Korea. We went the day before her way-too-early-in-the-morning flight, so we could sleep in after she caught the airport shuttle. We did some shopping. We did some more shopping. We went out to an excellent dinner at the Jacksonville Inn.
I have been watching some of the summer sunsets. Sitting on my deck quietly, enjoying the antics of the hummingbirds – peace interrupted only by the things outside that need my attention. While my kids were here, I spent my time with them, luxuriating in their company, doing chores only that could not wait to be done. Now the outside is behaving like an angry child, stomping feet, weeds making ugly faces. Pine cones scattered everywhere – do they never stop falling? – and pine needles blown down by the summer storms crackling as I walk across them. Next week, I promise them. Next week I will tend to you. Before the sunset.
I have made multiple trips to town, the bigger town down the road. It’s the time of year that annual appointments must be taken care of. Before winter sets in. It’s the time of the year to squeeze as much as can be squeezed out of the remaining summer. A day in town for lunch and to check out the little gem show at our local bead shop. Where I drooled, but restrained myself from purchasing. I have a new love for Larimar, but it is not an inexpensive stone. The trips to town completed so that I was in my house before the sunset.
I have been planning my trip to the mid-Hudson valley of New York this fall. Planning and re-planning. I will be taking Amtrak to Portland and fly out from there, then back again. Which means I must stay in a hotel for a night on each end of the trip. I chose hotels, one downtown for the trip out and one near the airport for the return. Then I questioned why I felt I needed to be downtown that one night, so I cancelled that reservation and changed it to the hotel near the airport. And then I stewed and worried because it’s quite a long walk to the public transit system from that hotel. I stewed in the wee hours of the morning. Stupid! This morning I did some more research, found another hotel near the airport with only a five-minute walk to the MAX line. I cancelled my previous reservations and made new ones. Am I done now? I hope so!
This afternoon the Artistic One and I will be going to the bigger town down the road to see the local production of The Producers. It’s my way of telling the yard that I am the one in control. You may stomp your feet and make ugly faces, but I shall attend to you when I wish. We will enjoy the afternoon out, perhaps having a bite to eat before we return home. We will return home before the sunset.
Then tomorrow will be another day. My Kat is back at her home in South Korea, heading into the first work week for this school year. Gep should be arriving back in Oman today or tomorrow to begin his new school year. All of my ducks are in a row. My house is quiet – a bit too quiet – but I know this is temporary and we will spend time together again before this year ends. I know in my quiet house that I have enough. I am grateful for that enough.