Day Ninety-Two, Well Beyond Eight Weeks on Monday Night

Welcome Ireland! In my usual routine of Carefully Examining The Stats, I noticed that there was one read (or view) in Ireland. A bit coincidental as I have been day dreaming about the cottage and hoping that we will be there again soon, maybe a spring trip. I was at a social gathering last weekend and all the people I spoke with about the cottage, volunteered to come over for a work party and help fix it up. That would be a dream come true, I really love that cottage, I can't imagine a nicer way to bring it back than to have the generous, loving help of friends. Also a funny aside, (as it appears we are starting that way tonight) the total page view number as of today, right now is 747. Makes me think of aeroplanes (I like that spelling!).

A funny productive, rainy day, full of lists and tasks carrying me ever closer to departing my beloved and hated little house. I made a master list and a daily list, which of course are downstairs and I don't completely remember what was on them. Things about getting ready to go to the wedding, sending an item I sold on eBay (a complete, separate thought just popped into my head which I must write down, I made $130 on eBay recently, that's almost 1/2 of what I made in two weeks at ex-work, food for thought surely) which had to be sent out before we left. paying bills and the like. I managed to pick up my pick up child (I was only responsible for my own girl today) and take her to do some christmas shopping. I even went with TR after picking him up and picked out a wedding present for DAY and BC. Oh yeah and christmas presents for TD and H (I don't know his last name!). It was generally a good day, TR finished setting up the cameras so we will be all set by the time we go. Prima finished her essay the she has to turn in before we leave. We finished decorating the christmas tree (yay!) and now everyone is either tucked into bed or headed there.

Prima told me a funny story about her english teacher today. He has always been fond of her and has celled her 'World Dominator' for the longest time, before she was ever in his class even. I sent an email to all her teachers letting them know that she would be out part of the week and the reason why. Mr. R wrote back "Yay Grandpa!" saying that it was fab that her grandfather was getting married. When she went into class he gave her a high five for the same reason and they chatted a bit about the whole thing, somehow it came up that her grandfather had been in a band, when he asked what band and she told him he was wowed! Apparently he loves that band and was excited that her own grandfather was in it. When she told me the story, she sparkled. She gets this glow when she tells a story that makes her really happy and the very corners of her mouth curl up in a particular way when she has that sparkly glow. I love, love, love watching her tell those kinds of stories.

Primo has suddenly turned into a young man (I know there was nothing sudden about it). Prima has been adverse to cuddles for so long, Poor Primo has been the resigned recipient of all the Mama Affection I have ever since Prima cut me off. Now I am completely cut off with nothing. No kisses goodnight, no more bedtime rituals involving more than "g'night mom" as they pass by me on their way to bed. No, he's not my baby anymore and it's kind of hard to remember to leave him alone. I must say he's been doing remarkably well with keeping all his school work together and taking things to the office for me so I don't have to go in. Now if I could only get him to do his laundry...

Okay, it's late (when isn't it late when I'm doing this?) and I am in full denial-about-leaving mode, so I should go to bed so I'm not too tired tomorrow and nap all day, believing I have nothing to do to prepare for our journey. Goodnight!

leaves on the pond