Still. Calm. Jet planes.
In the words of my sweet husband: How’s it hanging?
Heh. I don’t think he wants intimately personal info when he asks this question, just an entertaining variation on ‘How are you?’
Me? I am fine. Preparing myself for a bit of a big week over the next week – with two lots of visitors this weekend and then heading to the Big Smoke to see my parents off, on a jet plane! They are off on the overseas adventure of a lifetime. Mum (the dreamer and instigator) is rearing to go. Dad… well, when I asked him today if they were visiting Pompeii, he said:
“Dunno. Probably. Seeing everything else!”
Funny man. We are all hoping he and Mum have an absolute ball seeing the sights of Europe. I wonder, however if the British, French, Italians and Germans and Swiss are fully prepared for Bruiser’s very Aussie brand of visitation? Time will tell.
While I am away I have a lot of appointments and two cities to visit. I won’t see my family for four whole days… I will be in some serious withdrawals by the time I get home. For an independant chick, I sure pine for my hubs and kiddos when seperated. I also worry about the (lack of) washing in my absence.
All these things were running through my mind as I visited the river pump this morning after taking Dash and Violet to the bus stop.
This section of river is much-photographed (by me and others who live nearby).
The mood this morning was incredibly still.
Almost eerily peaceful.
Yet almost Monet in its tones…
(Is Monet an adjective? It should be.)
I think I might be peeking back at these peaceful pics over the next week… and I bet my folks do too!
Bon Voyage, Nana and Pagi.
(And look OUT Europe!)