Wednesday, December 8, 2010
The lists are getting longer.
I am about to take my first non-sheep, non-working vacation in a very long time. I am going to see Maine for the first time ever with a very dear friend who will be (sigh) moving there as soon as her house sells. While I am excited to go, it also has me tied in knots. This is what happens when you don't leave the farm for a loooong time. The vacation has necessitated the making of many lists. I have the "To Do Before I Leave" list, the "What to Pack" list, the "Main List" for the farm sitter, the "Misc. List" for the farm sitter, the "Quirks of the House List" for the farm sitter, the "In Case of Emergency List" for the farm sitter. This last one is giving me the willies. And causing a complete lack of sleep. My farm sitter is a capable, energetic 23 y/o farmer who farm sits in the winter while her fields are sleeping. I am trying to relax and let go and it is akin to peeling someones death-grip off a steering wheel at the brink of an abyss. Okay, it's not really that bad. I should concentrate on my "What to Pack" list - that is much more positive - knitting projects, 100 crossword puzzles I haven't had the time to work on, a book I've been dying to read "The Forgotten Pollinators", camera (pictures to come when I get back), and my trip itinerary that doesn't have one farm- or animal-related chore on it, and some non-kitten time to work on a writing project. I'm sure I will be fine. Now, where did I put that large bottle of Rescue Remedy???