|Andrew sports a special party hat for Bill’s birthday.|
Except for the sounds of traffic passing by my open window, my house is silent and I am here alone – just me and the cats. It’s an odd feeling after a month of having 3 people around all the time. (Yes, Andrew actually took time off from work).
Helen and Bill headed to the airport with Andrew, (who is off to London for the day, followed by three days in Switzerland) at a ridiculous hour well before the sun came up this morning.
I lay in bed while they bustled about getting ready to stumble through the airport. How many mornings have I been doing that same stumbling? In the past few years – many. I wandered out to see them off, not envying the day they will have – flying is a necessary evil of travel.
As I sit here alone now, I can’t even begin to process everything we’ve done in the past month (Bill’s 1221 photos stored on my hard drive will help with the blogs I’ll be writing over the next little while). At my current rate, I’ll get to my own slides by June of 2008.
Today though, other than a mountain of laundry that needs to be tackled, I’m not going to lift a finger. I have a sofa, a stack of British cooking magazines and four warm furies that are keen for a snuggle with my name all over them.
For now I’m going to sit back and try to remember the details of all the amazing times we had over the past month (not to mention the food… who will make the foie gras now?)
Maybe tomorrow I’ll get back to real life…
Thank you Bill and Helen for an amazing month, despite the early mornings, dubious road food, perilous cliff-side driving, (and the Dune de Pyla) you were troopers. We loved having you.