Marzipan left for the goat farm in New Mexico yesterday. She and her traveling companions, Spike and Tunu (the pink one), decided to drive through Colorado--longer, but more scenic than going through the panhandle of Texas. Mountains!
Besides my excitement for Marz, I felt flattened yesterday after she drove away. I retired to the couch.
I feel better today. I'll miss her terribly, but I'm thrilled for Marz and her new adventure.
My heart lifts up.
I do wish I could have joined Marz for the road trip––and then come back home. But I don't drive, and with Covid, I don't want to take long-distance public transportation.
(Or even short distance. When I took the city bus last month, one passenger took off his mask to talk on his phone. What he said into the phone was that he was on his way to the doctor.
I got off early.)
As for WWOOFing myself, no thanks. I don't want to work with plants and animals. (Very much don't want to.)
I'm confident that it's entirely meet and right that Marz head out and I stay here.
I'm in the right place, working with people and books.
Life is an adventure, wherever you are!
Now I have my laptop back, I can write more easily again.
Also--if you've ordered a calendar and haven't gotten it yet, it's because I only mailed half of them last week (or you live in Australia, which takes ages). Apologies--I am getting the rest in the mail today.
