Has it really been a month since I’ve written a post? Writing about Japan took a ton of time and energy. I needed a break.
I returned determined to cook and eat Japanese-ish. I bought tiny dishes at the Salvation Army to add to the Siroton dishes I bought at the airport, then tried my hand at making pickled vegetables, tofu, and eggplant with dengaku, the super oishi (delicious) sauce. I arranged everything beautifully on a bamboo tray and ate with chopsticks.
It was okay. I did this for a few weeks, then reverted to my usual habit of making crock pot and hot-dish-type meals.
I will turn 60 in a few weeks. I’ll be in the UK, so I threw an early party for myself. I made big pans of vegetarian lasagna and moussaka. My cousin Molly made two cakes—chocolate torte and cardamom lingonberry.
Vince brought a charcuterie board with so much cheese I sent friends home with baggies full.
It was a fun night. I requested no presents, and most everyone took me at my word.
In a few hours I’ll board a plane to London. My subletter will roll in this evening. I’ve been cleaning and packing and doing laundry and taking care of business at a nice steady pace for a couple weeks. I didn’t need any more stuff to make decisions on, thus the “no gifts” request.
I don’t need anything except warm clothes and books, and I have plenty of both.
I was super happy to see, when I checked in, rows of empty seats. If it’s really true, I may actually be able to lie down across four seats and sleep a couple hours. Shhhh…don’t tell anyone, but a certain family member is slipping me a couple Restless Legs prescription pills for the flight.
I’ll arrive in London at 7:30am, catch the bus to Oxford, and stay in a guest house for a couple nights before I move in to the house where I’ll be a cat and chicken carer for three months.
I’ll also be very busy working on proposals for my former employer, the torture rehabilitation NGO.
Believe it or not, I will miss working at the YMCA. Child care is on the opposite end of the spectrum from my proposal work as far as pay, benefits, and prestige. But I love little kids, it got me out of the house, and I took full advantage of the free Y membership that was the one perc of the job.
I will have to work to find things to do to pry myself away from the house in Oxford. One thing that will help is that it’s already spring there—daffodils are blooming! I will not miss the snow and cold of Minnesota. I’ve shoveled the walks nine times thus far this year, and it’s now snowing again. Blech.
I’ve gone through my usual phases of preparing myself emotionally and mentally for this sojourn. The initial excitement. The panic of organizing it all. The last-minute thoughts of, “I don’t want to go!” and finally the readiness.
I feel guilty about leaving my mother. She and her husband have so many health problems and she has depended on me to take her shopping, etc. But it’s my youngest brother’s turn to play this role. And my mother and her hubby have both told me, “Go! Go while you can still do it.”
I will miss my friends and Vince and his wife and (I admit) most of all my new granddaughters. I spent New Year’s Eve babysitting them, and it was a blast. We went to a confetti drop at the zoo, gazed awe struck at manta rays and baby giraffes, waked through the St. Paul Cathedral and looked up at the stained glass windows, did art projects, went to the library, and (they) played with blue slime, a product that produces farting noises and is impossible to remove from sheets, pillows, hair, and clothes.
Please, try not to be jealous of my whoop-dee-doo NYE.
I didn’t want to write a post, but I did, and I’ll keep doing so once I’m on the other side.
Happy New Year!