You guys, we’re getting ready to move across an ocean. AN OCEAN! Next week, strangers are coming to my house to pack up every last wordily possession I have to put into crates which will ride across the Atlantic Ocean on a boat. Who knows if they’ll fall off and sink down to rest next to the Titanic. Let’s hope not.
Needless to say, I’ve been a little busy. I haven’t forgotten about this blog. Or you. Or Harry and his ridiculous excitement when any balloon is involved. The Easter Bunny stopped by this weekend to drop off a beach pail full of balloons and the pure glee on his face is enough to get me through his teenage years three times over. I’m serious.
I’m going to be popping in here with lots of photo heavy posts for the next month or two (of crazy moving) just because the time it takes to write down words is lost on things like packing underwear and calling hotels and sleeping. Bear with me, because when I finally have the time to write, I’m going to have time to write. And I’ll be in Germany/the rest of Europe.
PS “Bear with me” is the correct way to spell that. “Bare with me” would be an invitation to become naked with one another. Thanks, Google, for clearing that up for me.