And On We Go..

A week home from Tennessee now. It wasn't too bad getting back in the swing of things at work and home, but my immune system failed me and now I've got a sinus infection which is kicking my butt. My head feels as if Cochegan Rock is securely set behind my face. I gave myself a day in bed yesterday, but it hasn't helped much. Tomorrow I will get some antibiotics.

Tennessee. Foo's family is incredible, and I felt as 'at home' there as in my own home. The weather was cold, but mostly sunny. We hung out and I enjoyed spending time with everyone, getting to know them. Saturday we all went to the Nashville Zoo. Upon arriving home we discovered that Rex and Scarlett had fun of their own. Two skeins of yarn, one which Foo was using to knit me a scarf, and the other intended for a baby blanket, were in a knotty pile on the floor. We saved what we could. Foo didn't manage to finish the scarf while I was there, so mailed the finished product. After the frigid temperatures of this past week, I was wishing I had it.

When Foo describes herself as having a farmer's soul, she is not kidding. Only someone with a farmer's soul could continuously and effectively handle the cleaning of the various orifices around her, including a foot long something that came out of Rex's body. I'm not sure it was ever identified, although a few theories floated around.

Foo and I took a couple hours for ourselves Sunday morning stopped for some coffee and rode around looking at land. Tennessee is really very pretty, lots of space around a backdrop of rolling hills.

It was with tears that I said "good bye" to everyone later that day. The flights home were quick and easy, I stuck my nose in my book and didn't say anything much to anybody. My head was trying to figure out how I could be physically closer to Foo and her family. Nothing very practical comes to mind. For now we are where we are and the best thing we can do is to accept those boundaries and figure out how to work within them.

So today's agenda includes washing the dogs, doing the laundry and cleaning out my closet. Cleaning a closet is a symbolic gesture for a 'fresh start' to me. I'll throw some things away and reorganize, my closet and my head.

Peace