Thursday, July 03, 2008
Boston. June 27th-30th 2008.
Oooh, I am awake, QUICK write something.....in truth I am only awake now because there are some men right outside my window sawing through concrete and hammering and more sawing and do they not KNOW about Jet lag? Do they care even if they DO know? I suspect not.
So, I am awake, though barely so, I honestly thought that as my stay in foreign climes was so fleeting, that jet lag wouldn't be an issue, oh how wrong I was.
So worth it though, every second of burning eyes and lead filled legs, every minute I feel as though I am on the edge of insanity is worth it.
I had the best time ever. EVER.
Boston is remarkably like England ( imagine that, New England being just like the old one, with refills.) Why doesn't the old England get the whole refill thing? America is so generous, England so stingy, Boston seemed to have the best of both worlds, American generosity and welcoming smiles, roads that to me, seemed reasonable and drivable ( to visiting Americans, apparently scary and undrivable) I liked Boston.
I loved, however, the people I met in Boston.
I don't think it would have mattered where we were, as each person arrived ( and I was one of the last ones) it was like meeting old friends, reuniting, not new meetings. Funny how surprised I felt when people looked just like their pictures...why I would find that extraordinary is beyond me but OH! LOOK! Jenn!!!! Just like her picture!! Hey! Cathy....I recognise you, and so on.
My family know that I don't hug, they tell me that they are sorry and all that but I will have to endure a hug, just a quick one, grin and bear it. I have always been a bit standoffish where physical affection is involved, husbands are the exception to that rule, children too, I hug husbands and children, everyone else will get a smile, maybe a handshake, if I am particularly enamoured of someone I have been known to rub and arm or pat a back but all that hugging stuff? Full on arms and chests and squeezing? Not me, never been able to do it....until this weekend where no-one knew that I don't do that sort of thing, I did it and willingly and often.
I loved these women.
My imaginary friends, these people on the other side of a computer screen, these women know more about me than people in real life, so safe to spill the innermost secrets, why, we know we'll never meet and so we can tell all, share everything and feel safe in the knowledge that it won't matter.
The beginnings of the trip, the initial idea are a blur to me, one day of saying how great it would be to meet up, a mention and a suggestion and before we knew it, all was planned, arranged, set up. Right back in March when it all began, I still thought that it was, for me a dream and I was safe because I wouldn't actually do it. I didn't bank on 2 of the other women wanting to make sure I DID go and buying my ticket for me. Hmmmm.......that made it real suddenly but still so far enough away that I could still enjoy the thought of it.
Julie and Cathy, I can tell you now that had you not been so generous, I would have backed out. I would have made the excuses that I wouldn't be able to manage it, I would have used that as a reason to stay safe and hidden and I would have stayed at home and remained an imaginary friend. Did you know I would do that? I wonder.
As the trip got closer, I began to panic, I so wanted to go and I was so keen to see these people, the thing is, somehow they all had me on a pedestal, kept telling me how great I was and how they couldn't wait to see the real me.
I was so afraid that the real me would be a let down, an anti climax....oh, is that it? Oh dear, she is so funny on line, uh oh, would you look at her, no wonder she never posts any pictures of herself...etc etc. I am so hard on myself and as a result am hard on the people around me, I feel so pathetic most of the time that I try to avoid inflicting myself on other people, best to stay at home, keep quiet, stay in the background, I knew that in Boston I wouldn't be able to do that, the best thing is, it didn't even cross my mind to be that way. I loved these women, I felt at ease from the very first minute, as I walked through the gates and saw the people who had been waiting all morning for me to arrive, I knew that it was alright to be me.
I have often bragged about my pelvic floor of iron. No stress incontinence for me thankyouverymuch. Let me tell you something, I laughed so much and so hard that I actually had to do laundry half way through the stay because darn it, if that pelvic floor didn't let me down. The laughing was of the eye bulging, cross legged, bend over and wheeze variety. Endless, one quip after another, so much humour, so many opportunities, if laughter is the best medicine I am stocked up on cure alls for the next 15 years.
When I came home, I was overwhelmed by a feeling that is hard for me to explain, I wasn't sad about it being over, because it isn't over, the friendships that we already had, the bond that we cemented in Boston are now lifetime friendships, I went to Boston knowing that I would have fun, I had no idea how incredible the experience would be.
13 women in one place at one time, impossible to believe that given that fact, we could all have fun, no-one being left out, everyone included and welcomed, so many different personalities, some loud and extrovert, some quiet and just soaking it all in, others organised and efficient, some going with the flow and laid back. Every one generous and giving. Such kindness compassion, giving, thoughtful.
There were moments of spirituality, testimonies shared, experiences recounted.
This is where I tell you that I just fell asleep for another 3 hours.....
The jet lag is kicking my big old bum I tell you what.
I want to share particular funny stories but am still too weary and foggy brained. I hope I can remember them all.
I did bring some treasure home, Isaac in particular is in heaven, Cowboy heaven. He looks divine, I can't look at him without getting teary because he is just so thrilled to look like Johnny Cash.
I am floored by the generosity shown to me by so many people, gifts straight from the heart and so perfect for us.
Gifts for Joshua, Seth, Isaac, Eli, me, Sophie, Mel.....I pretty much had a baby shower on friday evening...and didn't even have to have a baby, how great is that??
I am rambling because I can't say what I am feeling.
Sad because it's over, joyful because we did it and everything so exceeded any expectations.
I want to do it again but am being realisitic. Who knows what the future will bring, I know that whatever happens these people are my friends for always.
Back row....Michelle,Michelle ( 2) Jackie, Gretchen, Rachel.
Front row....Sara, me, Jenn, Cathy, Di, Jamie and Julie Bo.
We are friends.
So, I am awake, though barely so, I honestly thought that as my stay in foreign climes was so fleeting, that jet lag wouldn't be an issue, oh how wrong I was.
So worth it though, every second of burning eyes and lead filled legs, every minute I feel as though I am on the edge of insanity is worth it.
I had the best time ever. EVER.
Boston is remarkably like England ( imagine that, New England being just like the old one, with refills.) Why doesn't the old England get the whole refill thing? America is so generous, England so stingy, Boston seemed to have the best of both worlds, American generosity and welcoming smiles, roads that to me, seemed reasonable and drivable ( to visiting Americans, apparently scary and undrivable) I liked Boston.
I loved, however, the people I met in Boston.
I don't think it would have mattered where we were, as each person arrived ( and I was one of the last ones) it was like meeting old friends, reuniting, not new meetings. Funny how surprised I felt when people looked just like their pictures...why I would find that extraordinary is beyond me but OH! LOOK! Jenn!!!! Just like her picture!! Hey! Cathy....I recognise you, and so on.
My family know that I don't hug, they tell me that they are sorry and all that but I will have to endure a hug, just a quick one, grin and bear it. I have always been a bit standoffish where physical affection is involved, husbands are the exception to that rule, children too, I hug husbands and children, everyone else will get a smile, maybe a handshake, if I am particularly enamoured of someone I have been known to rub and arm or pat a back but all that hugging stuff? Full on arms and chests and squeezing? Not me, never been able to do it....until this weekend where no-one knew that I don't do that sort of thing, I did it and willingly and often.
I loved these women.
My imaginary friends, these people on the other side of a computer screen, these women know more about me than people in real life, so safe to spill the innermost secrets, why, we know we'll never meet and so we can tell all, share everything and feel safe in the knowledge that it won't matter.
The beginnings of the trip, the initial idea are a blur to me, one day of saying how great it would be to meet up, a mention and a suggestion and before we knew it, all was planned, arranged, set up. Right back in March when it all began, I still thought that it was, for me a dream and I was safe because I wouldn't actually do it. I didn't bank on 2 of the other women wanting to make sure I DID go and buying my ticket for me. Hmmmm.......that made it real suddenly but still so far enough away that I could still enjoy the thought of it.
Julie and Cathy, I can tell you now that had you not been so generous, I would have backed out. I would have made the excuses that I wouldn't be able to manage it, I would have used that as a reason to stay safe and hidden and I would have stayed at home and remained an imaginary friend. Did you know I would do that? I wonder.
As the trip got closer, I began to panic, I so wanted to go and I was so keen to see these people, the thing is, somehow they all had me on a pedestal, kept telling me how great I was and how they couldn't wait to see the real me.
I was so afraid that the real me would be a let down, an anti climax....oh, is that it? Oh dear, she is so funny on line, uh oh, would you look at her, no wonder she never posts any pictures of herself...etc etc. I am so hard on myself and as a result am hard on the people around me, I feel so pathetic most of the time that I try to avoid inflicting myself on other people, best to stay at home, keep quiet, stay in the background, I knew that in Boston I wouldn't be able to do that, the best thing is, it didn't even cross my mind to be that way. I loved these women, I felt at ease from the very first minute, as I walked through the gates and saw the people who had been waiting all morning for me to arrive, I knew that it was alright to be me.
I have often bragged about my pelvic floor of iron. No stress incontinence for me thankyouverymuch. Let me tell you something, I laughed so much and so hard that I actually had to do laundry half way through the stay because darn it, if that pelvic floor didn't let me down. The laughing was of the eye bulging, cross legged, bend over and wheeze variety. Endless, one quip after another, so much humour, so many opportunities, if laughter is the best medicine I am stocked up on cure alls for the next 15 years.
When I came home, I was overwhelmed by a feeling that is hard for me to explain, I wasn't sad about it being over, because it isn't over, the friendships that we already had, the bond that we cemented in Boston are now lifetime friendships, I went to Boston knowing that I would have fun, I had no idea how incredible the experience would be.
13 women in one place at one time, impossible to believe that given that fact, we could all have fun, no-one being left out, everyone included and welcomed, so many different personalities, some loud and extrovert, some quiet and just soaking it all in, others organised and efficient, some going with the flow and laid back. Every one generous and giving. Such kindness compassion, giving, thoughtful.
There were moments of spirituality, testimonies shared, experiences recounted.
This is where I tell you that I just fell asleep for another 3 hours.....
The jet lag is kicking my big old bum I tell you what.
I want to share particular funny stories but am still too weary and foggy brained. I hope I can remember them all.
I did bring some treasure home, Isaac in particular is in heaven, Cowboy heaven. He looks divine, I can't look at him without getting teary because he is just so thrilled to look like Johnny Cash.
I am floored by the generosity shown to me by so many people, gifts straight from the heart and so perfect for us.
Gifts for Joshua, Seth, Isaac, Eli, me, Sophie, Mel.....I pretty much had a baby shower on friday evening...and didn't even have to have a baby, how great is that??
I am rambling because I can't say what I am feeling.
Sad because it's over, joyful because we did it and everything so exceeded any expectations.
I want to do it again but am being realisitic. Who knows what the future will bring, I know that whatever happens these people are my friends for always.
Back row....Michelle,Michelle ( 2) Jackie, Gretchen, Rachel.
Front row....Sara, me, Jenn, Cathy, Di, Jamie and Julie Bo.
We are friends.
Labels: Boston
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
Things H has said since I got home.
Man, can't tell you how low down on the list of necessary things tidying became!
I bought new school shirts, they really have no school shirts ( which is very untrue, school shirts that were ironed however...none)
Yeah, they wore stuff more than once, more than twice even, in fact as many times as I could make them wear it, I did do laundry one time though.
I feel very tired.
We went by Mac Donalds for dinner.
We went to KFC for dinner.
I kept trying to clean stuff but got stopped every time.
The school day was just so short.
I love you.
All translate to the same thing = they need me, they missed me.
Very good, shall continue with renewed enthusiasm.
I bought new school shirts, they really have no school shirts ( which is very untrue, school shirts that were ironed however...none)
Yeah, they wore stuff more than once, more than twice even, in fact as many times as I could make them wear it, I did do laundry one time though.
I feel very tired.
We went by Mac Donalds for dinner.
We went to KFC for dinner.
I kept trying to clean stuff but got stopped every time.
The school day was just so short.
I love you.
All translate to the same thing = they need me, they missed me.
Very good, shall continue with renewed enthusiasm.
Labels: H.
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Just a snippet...
I am home, all Boston'd out.
You know when you are planning something and you are excited and you imagine how it will be and hope how it will be and DREAM of how it will be...and then it is and well, it can't ever be as good as you imagine?
This was everything I imagined, just to think about it gives me goosebumps, a lump in my throat an ache in my heart.
I am so tired, if I try to post about the weekend now I won't do it justice.
I can honestly say that this has been a life changing event, I will never be the same again. I have learned and understood, felt and held onto, laughed and realised.
I knew I liked these ladies, I knew we would have fun and we did...oh how we did, but I brought home with me much more than the suitcases that were so over the allowed weight, it may take a while for me to get it all straight in my head so that I can write it here, I can barely type my name tonight.
H has cleaned and rebooted and reset everything on my laptop and as yet I don't have a photoshop programme and do I have pictures to share with you? Shall I give you a taster?
Oh alright then....just a snippet.
You so wish you were there, don't you?
You know when you are planning something and you are excited and you imagine how it will be and hope how it will be and DREAM of how it will be...and then it is and well, it can't ever be as good as you imagine?
This was everything I imagined, just to think about it gives me goosebumps, a lump in my throat an ache in my heart.
I am so tired, if I try to post about the weekend now I won't do it justice.
I can honestly say that this has been a life changing event, I will never be the same again. I have learned and understood, felt and held onto, laughed and realised.
I knew I liked these ladies, I knew we would have fun and we did...oh how we did, but I brought home with me much more than the suitcases that were so over the allowed weight, it may take a while for me to get it all straight in my head so that I can write it here, I can barely type my name tonight.
H has cleaned and rebooted and reset everything on my laptop and as yet I don't have a photoshop programme and do I have pictures to share with you? Shall I give you a taster?
Oh alright then....just a snippet.
You so wish you were there, don't you?
Labels: Boston, friends, Happy places
Thursday, June 26, 2008
And I'm off!
With some OCD checking of bus ticket, plane ticket, passport, money, bus ticket, plane ticket, passport money......am about to drag my bags down the hill to the bus stop.
I am so nervous I can hardly stand it. Just get through the next 24 hours and I will be there....which is so exciting, well I can hardly stand it.
I hope to take enough pictures to remember the weekend but not so many that it stops me actually enjoying it all.
Will be back on tuesday.
I am so nervous I can hardly stand it. Just get through the next 24 hours and I will be there....which is so exciting, well I can hardly stand it.
I hope to take enough pictures to remember the weekend but not so many that it stops me actually enjoying it all.
Will be back on tuesday.
Labels: Boston
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
People say the bestest things!
Eleanor Roosevelt:
You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You must do the thing which you think you cannot do.
Marilyn Ferguson:
Ultimately we know deeply that the other side of every fear is a freedom.
Swedish proverb:
Worry gives a small thing a big shadow
Sarah Orne Jewett:
Yes'm, old friends is always best, 'less you can catch a new one that's fit to make an old one out of.
Marcel Proust:
Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.
George Santayana:
The loneliest woman in the world is a woman without a close woman friend.
Ecclesiasticus 6:14:
A faithful friend is a strong defense: and he that hath found such an one hath found a treasure.
Anaïs Nin:
Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
Katharine Butler Hathaway:
A person needs at intervals to separate from family and companions and go to new places. One must go without familiars in order to be open to influences, to change
Steven Foster:
You may wonder, 'How can I leave it all behind if I am just coming back to it? How can I make a new beginning if I simply return to the old?' The answer lies in the return. You will not come back to the 'same old thing.' What you return to has changed because you have changed. Your perceptions will be altered. You will not incorporate into the same body, status, or world you left behind. The river has been flowing while you were gone. Now it does not look like the same river.
There, I read those and felt better about flying ( which scares the bejeebers out of me in a ridiculous way)
Know that I have the best friends in the whole world and appreciate that not only am I blessed to be able to do what I am about to do but that I will be a better person for doing it.
Also, I took one of the double dose diazepan the Dr gave me, last time she gave me a low dose and I was afraid to take them in case it made me incapable, so I waited til I was on the plane and it didn't work....this time I thought if I take one on the day when I have nothing else to do or nowhere I need to go, I can see how it affects me and then know when I am safe to take it on Friday.
Oh my goodness, I took it nearly an hour ago and I am so spaced out! It works, am all woozy yet capable of getting from A to B with bags....a little wobbly maybe but I do believe that I can get on that plane and have a lovely time in Boston.
I hate that I get so afraid of these things but am happy that I decided not to allow my fears to dictate what I will or will not do anymore.
Boston..are you ready for me?
You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You must do the thing which you think you cannot do.
Marilyn Ferguson:
Ultimately we know deeply that the other side of every fear is a freedom.
Swedish proverb:
Worry gives a small thing a big shadow
Sarah Orne Jewett:
Yes'm, old friends is always best, 'less you can catch a new one that's fit to make an old one out of.
Marcel Proust:
Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.
George Santayana:
The loneliest woman in the world is a woman without a close woman friend.
Ecclesiasticus 6:14:
A faithful friend is a strong defense: and he that hath found such an one hath found a treasure.
Anaïs Nin:
Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
Katharine Butler Hathaway:
A person needs at intervals to separate from family and companions and go to new places. One must go without familiars in order to be open to influences, to change
Steven Foster:
You may wonder, 'How can I leave it all behind if I am just coming back to it? How can I make a new beginning if I simply return to the old?' The answer lies in the return. You will not come back to the 'same old thing.' What you return to has changed because you have changed. Your perceptions will be altered. You will not incorporate into the same body, status, or world you left behind. The river has been flowing while you were gone. Now it does not look like the same river.
There, I read those and felt better about flying ( which scares the bejeebers out of me in a ridiculous way)
Know that I have the best friends in the whole world and appreciate that not only am I blessed to be able to do what I am about to do but that I will be a better person for doing it.
Also, I took one of the double dose diazepan the Dr gave me, last time she gave me a low dose and I was afraid to take them in case it made me incapable, so I waited til I was on the plane and it didn't work....this time I thought if I take one on the day when I have nothing else to do or nowhere I need to go, I can see how it affects me and then know when I am safe to take it on Friday.
Oh my goodness, I took it nearly an hour ago and I am so spaced out! It works, am all woozy yet capable of getting from A to B with bags....a little wobbly maybe but I do believe that I can get on that plane and have a lovely time in Boston.
I hate that I get so afraid of these things but am happy that I decided not to allow my fears to dictate what I will or will not do anymore.
Boston..are you ready for me?
Labels: Boston, fear, good stuff
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Just because.....
He is, quite frankly as perfect as it is possible to be AND gramma gets to have him all to herself sometimes.
And somehow, this is one of my favourite pictures of him, those tiny little hanging legs, so tired after being pulled up with a tummy ache, blessed relief by lying on a cushion and hanging over the edge of the chair ( with daddy hovering to make sure he doesn't fall)
Daddy's big hands holding his tiny boy.
Endless kisses on that velvety head.
Blissful sleep.
And a picture to show how like his Uncle seth he is, Seth was 2 weeks and Joshua 12 days when these were taken, same pixie face.
I post these today because from now on, for a few posts it will pretty much be Boston, more Boston and even more Boston. Its almost here, the trip, the meetup, the fun and laughter.
Oh how excited am I?
And somehow, this is one of my favourite pictures of him, those tiny little hanging legs, so tired after being pulled up with a tummy ache, blessed relief by lying on a cushion and hanging over the edge of the chair ( with daddy hovering to make sure he doesn't fall)
Daddy's big hands holding his tiny boy.
Endless kisses on that velvety head.
Blissful sleep.
And a picture to show how like his Uncle seth he is, Seth was 2 weeks and Joshua 12 days when these were taken, same pixie face.
I post these today because from now on, for a few posts it will pretty much be Boston, more Boston and even more Boston. Its almost here, the trip, the meetup, the fun and laughter.
Oh how excited am I?
Sunday, June 22, 2008
She's making a list...
And checking it 352 times!
Yes people, it's list time.
Things to do before I go.
Things to buy before I go.
Things to pack.
Things not to pack.Things I have already packed. Things I have to wash before I pack.
Oh. My. Goodness. STOP with the lists!!!
So it's what...23.17. Sunday, that's today over right?
So 4 days left, well 3 1/2 til I get on a bus to Uncle Barry's house.
4 1/2 days til I get on a PLANE and fly to BOSTON.
I am so excited ( I tell you that because I know I have been so laid back and blase about it, scarcely mentioning it and all.)
I've been so excited that I couldn't wait to get started....I think I may have about 32 cases worth of stuff already waiting in Boston, Seth and his basketball stuff, Eli and his high school musical obsession, Isaac was getting sort of left behind a bit, I wondered and I puzzled and DING! Idea!!
I was chatting with Cathy and within minutes we had Isaac pretty much covered, he is going to be a mini Johnny Cash type person.
He has awaiting for him ( thankyou Cathy and your unbelievable online shopping skills) 2 pairs of cowboy boots, ( one red, one black) 2 shirts ( one red, one black) spurs ( like real cowboy ones!) Belt, buckle, hat, one of those lace tie things. I am probably more excited about seeing him all decked out in his cowboy stuff than he is to get it all. How clever of Cathy to know we had to get 2 of each ( although we did get size 1 and size 2 boots so he can wear one pair when the 1st pair are hammered)
H has his bribe, I mean gift, all bought and waiting ( again Cathy and her big boy George) he has a super duper iPod station thing, we will be booming til the neighbours weep. It is a portable one that was more expensive than the one that just sits plugged in, we must have the portable one for when we go, um...when we go CAMPING, that's it because we do that a lot.....check my blog.
Did you find all the entries when we went camping? Oh yes, one, entry where H took the boys on father and son camp, one night and the other two times when he didn't, because it rained.
You will never see an entry where I go camping. Never. Unless the world ends and we are forced to live on hilltop when we won't have internet anyway so, hey, still won't read about it.
However, we must have the portable iPod station, clever George managed to get the carry bag thrown in, so H is covered, bribed, thanked.
He has been so incredible about this whole trip. Not a single murmur about it, I will admit that if the tables were turned and he was going away for what is beginning to look like 5 days, with a group of people he had never met, leaving me with the boys....I am pretty sure that I would be very gritting teeth about it. Not H, he truly seems as excited about the trip as I am ( and not in a 'yeay 5 days without her' kind of way either!) He loves to hear our plans, he encourages me to buy things and prepare, he loves the people I am going to meet because he has heard all about them and also sees me snorting and laughing with them online every evening.
He hasn't said a word about money or what it is costing, he has just been a splendid example of gloriousness.
So, it's that time ...too early to really get ready and pack the bags, so close I can almost touch it.
Should probably go and make a list of something....
Yes people, it's list time.
Things to do before I go.
Things to buy before I go.
Things to pack.
Things not to pack.Things I have already packed. Things I have to wash before I pack.
Oh. My. Goodness. STOP with the lists!!!
So it's what...23.17. Sunday, that's today over right?
So 4 days left, well 3 1/2 til I get on a bus to Uncle Barry's house.
4 1/2 days til I get on a PLANE and fly to BOSTON.
I am so excited ( I tell you that because I know I have been so laid back and blase about it, scarcely mentioning it and all.)
I've been so excited that I couldn't wait to get started....I think I may have about 32 cases worth of stuff already waiting in Boston, Seth and his basketball stuff, Eli and his high school musical obsession, Isaac was getting sort of left behind a bit, I wondered and I puzzled and DING! Idea!!
I was chatting with Cathy and within minutes we had Isaac pretty much covered, he is going to be a mini Johnny Cash type person.
He has awaiting for him ( thankyou Cathy and your unbelievable online shopping skills) 2 pairs of cowboy boots, ( one red, one black) 2 shirts ( one red, one black) spurs ( like real cowboy ones!) Belt, buckle, hat, one of those lace tie things. I am probably more excited about seeing him all decked out in his cowboy stuff than he is to get it all. How clever of Cathy to know we had to get 2 of each ( although we did get size 1 and size 2 boots so he can wear one pair when the 1st pair are hammered)
H has his bribe, I mean gift, all bought and waiting ( again Cathy and her big boy George) he has a super duper iPod station thing, we will be booming til the neighbours weep. It is a portable one that was more expensive than the one that just sits plugged in, we must have the portable one for when we go, um...when we go CAMPING, that's it because we do that a lot.....check my blog.
Did you find all the entries when we went camping? Oh yes, one, entry where H took the boys on father and son camp, one night and the other two times when he didn't, because it rained.
You will never see an entry where I go camping. Never. Unless the world ends and we are forced to live on hilltop when we won't have internet anyway so, hey, still won't read about it.
However, we must have the portable iPod station, clever George managed to get the carry bag thrown in, so H is covered, bribed, thanked.
He has been so incredible about this whole trip. Not a single murmur about it, I will admit that if the tables were turned and he was going away for what is beginning to look like 5 days, with a group of people he had never met, leaving me with the boys....I am pretty sure that I would be very gritting teeth about it. Not H, he truly seems as excited about the trip as I am ( and not in a 'yeay 5 days without her' kind of way either!) He loves to hear our plans, he encourages me to buy things and prepare, he loves the people I am going to meet because he has heard all about them and also sees me snorting and laughing with them online every evening.
He hasn't said a word about money or what it is costing, he has just been a splendid example of gloriousness.
So, it's that time ...too early to really get ready and pack the bags, so close I can almost touch it.
Should probably go and make a list of something....
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