The youngest member is now on a flight to China.
She was home for over a month, and it’s now a little difficult to remember how we used to live before she was here. I have particularly enjoyed her visit — she will look at birds with me, she helps around the house, she likes to play games, and she makes me watch TV shows I would not otherwise watch. Midsomer Murders, Jane the Virgin and One Day at a Time, for example. It’s a change from my otherwise steady diet of Rachel Maddow and Lawrence O’Donnell.
Anyway, I enjoyed having her here. I think she feels like she did not get all the things done that she wanted to get done, but it seems to me we did a lot – though what we did, endless rounds of cribbage in Anza Borrego, for example, was possibly not on her list of things to get done.
So, now the house is pretty quiet. I need to pack up the remains of Christmas (apparently I have until Candlemas to do that, and that’s February 2. That’s manageable.) I need to get back to work out in the yard, although it’s possibly too muddy to do that yet. I need to exercise more and get outside more.
I have been reading this nutty and beautiful book, and it makes me want to go exploring. There are lots of wild, amazing places I have not been and want to go.
I’m in the middle a sweater, and in the middle of a quilt. I’d like to finish those.
Other than that, — I don’t know!
Maybe a nap.