Elizabeth asked me to write a note for this morning because she couldnt find her gym shorts. Here is what I wrote.
We are moving to another house in Stromness. The house's contents are in chaos in the move. Somewhere roaming in the surreal realm of boxes and bags, somewhere between or in North End Road and Graham Place is Elizabeth's gym shorts, wondering "where is home?" We don't know where they are asking this question so they are unable to appear at gym class today.
Sorry, :-Z
Debbie Jones
I left out of the note that our deadline for moving out of North End Road is this Monday nite because we are jumping on a ferry to a plane to america for a month. I have cried repeatedly wondering how this is to happen, can we get it all done in time?
Last night we went to the church. I didn't want to go because I was busy but the kids pleaded and Emma showed up to go with us so I went. Started up almost crying into my tea dumping on some nice ladies nearby. After we spread out our textiles on the floor, I was a little too creatively active and felt like, and acted on it, singing and dancing to the music that was being practiced next to us. What can I say, the proper balance of utter exhaustion, good company, creativity and worship, I was drunk on it all. I am still drunk on it all this morning ( a better kind of hangover). So now I am tired, confused and gitty. Feel pity on those I rub shoulders with today.
Sorry, no time for images.
i wish i was one of those rubbing shoulders w/ you today! oh well guess i will have to wait a week! cant wait to see you. i love you and am praying for all your loose ends and for a really peaceful journey!
lots of love
shannon
Posted by: shannon | September 30, 2005 at 03:41 PM
looking forward to getting hung over with you...
Posted by: kristen rudd | October 02, 2005 at 07:05 AM
Lassie the singing was lovely, the dancing enthusiastic and ye were right grand company. remember while yer awa
God's hand above ye tae gie ye protection.
God's hand afore ye tae mak yer path.
God's hand below ye tae stop ye frae falling.
God's hand behind ye tae gie ye a push on the hills.
travell safely, allow yourself to be blessed and come safe hame at the end.
Meg
Posted by: meganhtbl | October 03, 2005 at 06:40 AM
mum,
where are you?
i miss you.
please come back.
Posted by: miller talbot | October 06, 2005 at 08:16 AM
nice blog!
Posted by: lisa | October 14, 2005 at 02:12 PM