Tomorrow we leave for Croatia. I haven’t been obsessing about it until today. The clothes are in the bag, housesitting arrangements in place, meeting plans and reservations confirmed. The only variable is the weather. Nothing to be done about that, so no use worrying. Right? But as I hear the wind body slamming itself against the house and shooting ice crystals like buckshot into the windows, okay, I worry.
Yesterday was such a full day, it’s amazing I’m even standing today. First a 4+ hour drive to Parma, MI to meet my new little pal, Suzette. She can’t actually come and join the family until closer to Christmas, but I sealed the deal with the breeder. She is a papillon and (don’t tell her) a runt. Cute as a bug. Hope I can handle the puppy training. Another worry to put on the stack.
Yesterday I also talked to Birmingham, MI teachers and media specialists about poetry in preparation for my visit to their schools in April. It was a great session and it is a pleasure to be working with old friends again. Barbara Clark, the head of the media for that district, first hired me for a district visit back in 1994. I remembered as I pulled into Covington School parking lot that I was wearing the exact same leather coat I had purchased to celebrate my visit way back then. When I saw Barbara, I couldn’t help telling her, “you bought me this coat.” It has taken me years to develop a sense of community in this job. My community is supportive and strong, if somewhat far flung.
Today was all about packing and getting the house ready. I wonder if houses miss us when we are gone. There will be someone here, but not the same throb and jive of the daily familiness. The refrigerator is down to bare wire, fruit basket empty. My bathtub will miss me, I’m certain. We like to relax together, bonded by transient, fickle steamy water. Maybe we should share a little goodbye soak. Always a good way to ward off the worries.