I am home alone. This does not happen often. I’ve taken a day off here and there to rest up and try to get this heart beating to the sound of a recognizable drummer.
Bryant and Chuck are off to the States to accept delivery of a very special object. When Chuck was a small boy he accompanied his father to the train station, hours away, to pick up an antique grandfather clock. In his youth his father did chores for two elderly sisters in Denmark who eventually left him the clock. His dad told Chuck that the clock would be his someday. Today is the day. Chuck is taking Bryant to the truck depot to repeat history. This bit of family history is important because we live so far apart from anybody remotely related. This will be quite an adventure with the customs stuff at the border.
Making the decision to live far away from home has come with many consequences. We never had family members to help out with babysitting, the kids grew up without the company of cousins, we don’t run into classmates and childhood friends, all the objects of our youth were left behind… This has made me a terrible hoarder, especially when it comes to my children’s keepsakes. Home alone, nobody to attend to, I should be clearing through my piles of stuff. I can live with task oriented clutter but my closet is ridiculous. So instead I have accomplished some serious knitting, working on three UFO’s. I just put in a load of laundry to ease the guilt.
The continuation of Mari's poncho:
That's not the right picture - I deleted it by mistake - it has a few more inches on it.