So there's a new little prince in the world, and regardless of your feelings or point of view about this, let me tell you that I am glad. It's a wonderful thing for a young couple, for new grandparents and for a first time great-grandmother. Feeling about royalty etc. need to be put aside for the moment.
Personally, I'm a Royalist. If it was good enough for my grandmother, it's good enough for me.
But a new royal baby, as lovely as that is, is not the reason I'm typing.
I feel bad about being absent. Not bad enough that I'm apologizing, but I don't like having incomplete activities around.
I wish there was time to write more but it's been a quiet tornado of events over here. (One of those sneaky tornados that don't even give you a 5 minute warning but just swoop you up and dump you in Oz.)
Firstly I'm on staff with our new baby/intern doctors and as lovely and smart as they are, they have a very steep learning curve to climb. It's intense for them, and for me. They are so desperate to do well and struggling with the inevitable sense of not knowing what they are doing. This is hard for a bunch of type A overachievers.
Then, my sister and her husband have decided to sell their house so I am acting as easy storage for them. I'm so happy to be able to do it for them but it's odd having such a full living room. I mean full... Boxes and boxes and boxes.
And lastly this week the painters have been painting the corridors and hallway in my home and as there was a lot of oil based trim to prime and then paint, it's been a week of their being here. All. The. Time.
Not to mention life and friends and dinners and grocery shopping and stuff.
When I have been at home it's been a few hours and all I could do to keep clean. And I don't mean keeping the house clean, I mean keeping me clean!
Not to mention the family meeting from hell last week. I can't go into it but let me just say that the next day the social worker who had attended the meeting said that she hadn't managed to sleep at all that night. The power of some people's guilt and hate and rage can be overwhelming.
So guess what? There's been very little done. The Tour? Started with a bang, ended with a whimper. (Although I am deeply in love with my Hansen mini spinner Woolee Winder.) Knitting. Barely plodding awayat Camp Loopy. I was so tired that at one stage I was considering throwing in the towel on Camp Loopy. But then I realised that I really, really wanted the finished object for myself so I'm back at the old knit and purl.
And nothing has been photographed. I found my camera (in a storage closet of all places) but there hasn't been an uncluttered surface anywhere in this house. And the clouds and the rain have come back so all is gloomy.
But here's what's good.
Realising that I am tired and a little worn I made the attempt to get the weekend off for the Southeastern Animal Fiber Fair. And I did. It took one email, some prayer and possibly a live animal sacrifice, and I have the friday, saturday and sunday off. My friend Courtney and I are renting a cabin and finding some other knitterly people to come with us, and we are away. I have plans to go eat some wonderful meals, soak up the scenery, shop 'til I drop and generally enjoy myself.
I was so inspired by this getaway plan that I have been searching for a cabin to rent for a week in September. I'm hoping that my sister will come with me and bring the kids. She could use a break. I am definitely bringing the dog too. We're heading for the mountains and he's a big fan of walks and small rodents.
So I have learnt something in the last decade or so. When one is tired and dispirited and harassed, it is time to head for the hills.
Oh, and the painting is perfect. I'm in love with these smooth, wonderful walls...