Incommunicado
July 22nd, 2008Ok, kids, last post before I hit my festival.
Tonight we’ll transfer the property. Then I’ll see a movie, then I’ll finish packing. Tomorrow I’ll rent a car, get new papers, deal with bank stuff and doling out a large amount of money, run around town like a madwoman and hit the road.
Then I’ll be home. For a week. Not my home, not real life, but the once-a-year home that I’ve made at Falcon Ridge. I know what I want to do there, I have it plotted out in my head. The boy is old enough and has grown emotionally enough that I think he’ll really come into his own this time around. I may not see him much over the course of the festival. I think this is a wonderful thing.
Time to put aside all thoughts of the business trip to DC and the speed-dating thing and the parties that are coming down the pipe. Time to stop worrying about all the petty, little annoyances of day-to-day life. Time to just kick back (mentally) and relax in a familiar and well-missed environment.
And I’ll tell stories when I come back.
