Stuck on the tarmac, as such
Waiting to travel, and without any control over the timeline. Horrible feeling, too much like walking on ice on an incline. Up or down, doesn’t matter. The loss of balance is just moments away, probably.
We can’t travel until the new tires are on, and we can’t prepare to travel until the vehicle comes back to our yard. Planning is not something I can do interminably. Meanwhile, we’re trying to reduce the fridge load, and prepare a checklist for the house sitter. Slow way to spend the day. At least there was one break, when our local fox came through to check out things. The dog, on a lead, was nothing more than a distraction: the fox knew exactly the limits. After our noisy pooch came back inside, it was time to gather up that morsel of suet that the birds had missed.
Trying to decide where to deliver any purchases made in the next few days has another difficulty. If we don’t know our where and when, how can we schedule things. The kids are open to our peculiar planning, but further down the road, I have to convince my sibling that there’s nothing nefarious in my sending boxes under seal. And so, again, we wait.
With luck, tomorrow, after all the lobster cages are in the water (yes, the long delayed setting day is on, for sunrise), we can try to get things in order. I mean, this isn’t like packing for a camping trip; we don’t have pack weight to respect. We just have to take everything on the checklist. As in, no more leaving my coat on a chair in the kitchen.
My family tree database passed the 85K mark this morning.
