It's been nine years since I've seen my mom. Circumstances and life got in the way for both of us. I so wanted to visit her, and often felt very sad and teary that I couldn't. I've not seen my sister in 18 years. All will be meeting me at the airport....my mom if she feels well enough.
I longingly look at my spinning wheel and wish I could bring it with me. I look at my laptop and want that along also. How many of my sock knitting books can I lovingly stuff in my luggage and not go over the weight limit for my bag? This is pretty bad when I’d rather pack knitting items than clothes. If I were smart, I’d pack the clothes, leave the knitting at home except for my project on the plane and buy knitting paraphernalia in Colorado.
I’m very emotional regarding this trip. I feel this may be the last time I see my mom. Her health is not good, but I will be able to assess things more closely when I arrive. I think she probably realizes this also as she keeps telling me, “We’ll have to do this again next year.” She is the last surviving sibling of a family of seven (or was it eight?) kids.
I will be able to read e-mails on my cell. Not sure if I will be able to read blogs or leave comments. Perhaps a short trip to the local library will allow me to do that and save my sanity.
See you when I return!!