OK. It’s just before 6 am…I’m up, gulping my fave Charleston Coffee Roasters brew, already downed my Vitamin C, ashwagandha, milk thistle, tumeric. Done. If only my packing were in as good a shape! I leave tonight for the UK with some friends…we’re touring some of the great castles and gardens south of London down to the coast, and visiting some dear friends who were neighbors for years, but moved back to to their home village of Christchurch after retirement. They bought their darling “two up two down” Quay Cottage for retirement, the same cottage in which Brenda grew up along with SIX siblings and her parents, yet they had to enlarge the cottage for the two of them! I guess you really can go home again…if you make it bigger.
The last month has been CRAZY…yours too, no doubt. The usual two weeks at the Mountain House in Cashiersf, NC in late August. I knew things would be hectic with a 5 year old and and almost two year old in the house as well (I’m not certain “hectic” describes the frantic activity that only ceases at nap time and bed time), but then …. a complication. During a particularly cut throat game of hopscotch with our 5 year old granddaughter, my Significant Other (lets just say SO for brevity), blew out his Achilles’ tendon. Sigh. A three hour drive to Charlotte for surgery, and an invalid in the house added another layer of complexity, but there we are. Just plain old life. Who was it said “Life can’t be cured, only managed“? Well I’m here to tell you that it’s true.
But already I”m starting to mostly remember the sweet parts….tea parties, picnics, story time, family hours on the screened porch, long walks, some terrific dinners at home and out (minus the Invalid for the out), cool mountain breezes. I swear, I almost couldn’t breathe when we arrived back home, the air was so hot and thick. But that’s already over too with the recent rain….life and changes just keep rushing by, don’t they?
My current to do list….making sure SO, aka “the Invalid”, who’s now in a boot, has sufficient supplies and everything he can’t do is done by tonight. This includes taking out the compost, making sure frozen dinners are on hand (thank you Scittino’s of Catonsville), taking down trash and recycling, going the wash, etc. Finish my packing, removing one third of it (remember that you only wear about one half of what you take anyway, Donna). I’m not sure how packing goes for you, but I end up taking too many nice clothes that I rarely if ever wear, and yet somehow miss something I need desperately. This happens no matter how early I begin the process. Basic packing incompetence, probably…but I’ll muddle by.
I hope you’re following along on Instagram (@donnahamiltontv)…I post daily there, or Facebook…I’m easy to find. I’d love to have you along on the trip! The journey won’t be as long as I had thought…Scotland has been severely curtailed…changes beget changes, there it is again. But I’d love to share what I’m seeing and doing with all of you. Let’s go pack!!