I received another “where are you?” email this morning, and I am ashamed. I have blogged about “going missing;” how to let others know that the absence is planned rather than caused by some illness or catastrophe. I have an excuse, and it is a pretty good if not simple one. I have been so incredibly busy I have not had time to either read or write any blogs. Please forgive me, and thank you to those who have written, called, and kept up.
The reason? We are moving. Finally. Do we know exactly where? No. But we do have a contract on a house in NC, and if that doesn’t work out, we’ll put one on another, and another, until we get an accepted contract, have a good inspection, and move. I’ve got my moving company bids, and I’ve made THE LIST about what furniture will be sold (we’re downsizing), what will be moved, who must be called, which utilities and services need to be cancelled, and what not to forget (like the rocks in my rock garden that I brought back from Ireland.) There are literally hundreds of reminders and tasks on this list.
I have waited over six years for this. I wanted to leave the day my son died. All I could think to do was run out the door and never come back. But that was impossible. My husband is lucky to have a good job, and that good job was and is mitigating the loss we incurred on our overpriced Florida home.
I’m too old for this, but it must be done. We’re starting over. It will be a new and wonderful beginning, and all those sad reminders that haunt me daily will be several states away. So I ask for your patience and good wishes while we journey on and make this happen. I promise to come back the minute it is possible.
And just to update my crafting, I have continued to work on the Red, White and Maryland Blue Crab rug, learning as I go which reclaimed wools work best, how to accommodate various wools into one project with different sized tools, and which way to turn my loops for the best look in curves and straight lines. I’ve dyed all the wool in this project, and my little broken Bliss cutter has dutifully cut each and every strip. I’m already thinking about a better cutter.
But I’m still LOVING this craft, and I am very happy with my design. In fact, punching a few inches between tasks, computer work, phone calls and the two house-hunting trips has kept me sane and calm. I don’t know how I’d be handling all of it if that rug wasn’t here waiting for me. Along with my continued daily swimming, I may survive this after all.
Thank you everyone for your care and concern. I miss you all.