Don't fall over, I am back blogging.
Wrapping up the old life to move it down to Florida for two months has taken some time.
My house is re-ordered and will be ready for my house-sitter by tonight. He is a surfer and film-maker friend of my youngest son, and between places, so staying here suits us both. Very nice guy and will cut the grass if it ever starts growing again. Not completely sure why I am doing the big clean up because I am sure he isn't fussy, something I'm suspecting based on the dust bunnies he has in his very own vertical hair, but I know he will take good care of the place and he does need a place to stay.
Tomorrow I teach my last live class of the term and my husband and Rascal are picking me up at school with the car all packed and off we go. I have an elaborate schedule of stops near wi-fi on the way down so I can teach my remaining online classes - that strange woman in the parking lot with a laptop and a fox terrier on her lap and a headset on (and a man snoring next to her in a reclined driver's seat) would be me, if we cross paths. Just tap on the window and I will wave.
I will also be teaching two courses while I am away. I am amazed that technology has given me all this flexibility in my life. Teaching in a class room, that you have to walk to up a steep hill in the sleet, is one thing. Marking in a lawn chair under an umbrella is another.
Yesterday I told Miss Scarlett I was going to be away for a while and I would really miss her and she patted my face and said "Don't worry Babs, we will Face-time."
She is three.
I have a had a good, but too over-booked year this year, and I am so needing to reconnect with myself and my own interests a bit. One of the things I am going to do is clean up this blog, which is as messy as my sewing room right now, and catch up on my Pattern Reviews.
I am taking just dress fabric with me and some knitting. I have signed on for a Craftsy Fair Isle vest class and will have the time when I am away to figure that out.
Off I go now.
I have to load all my empty mason jars into the trailer with the motorcycle, the golf clubs, and the surf board my husband has borrowed, optimistically. I am really looking forward to continuing my Florida canning routine (you can take the girl out of the prairies but you can't ...). I have to remember to pack my stitch counters and wash Rascal's dog bed too.
After that I think I will sit on the front steps and wait.
In my winter jacket.