UghI'm BERP-ed out. The weekend's time off wasn't long enough. And yet I can't stop
BERP-ing: every room I happen to walk through I get hung up on sorting things into recycle, trash, keep...it's driving me nuts. I need a complete break from this house!!
Fortunately, an opportunity for such a break has arisen. There's gonna be a gathering of Bob's familyhis mom, his sis, our niece Margaret, I don't know who elseat Full Circle Farm (FCF) in south-central Pennsylvania over the 4th of July weekend. And Bob says we can leave early, perhaps tomorrow, and have a few days up there aloneyippee!
FCF is not a working farm anymore: it's been turned into a nature preserve by Bob's mom, and she's deeded the property to the two of us. The pleasant & tidy 19th-century (restored) farmhouse is nestled in a tiny valley where all the land from the wooded ridgeline down to the stream, up to the other wooded ridgeline, belongs to us. I've been trying to get Bob to go with me up to the farm (it's just 3-4 hrs away) for months & months, in fact years
, but his agoraphobia has stood in the way. He's better now, enough better to be willing to go up there, so I'm jumping at the chance to enter a totally different headspace for a while: very rural, utterly quiet, no internet, nobody calling, hammock on the wide porch, walks in the forest...you get the picture. Maybe I'll only take French-language books with me, just to make things truly
alternative. I could do some iPad painting...
Oh, and I made a collage I think y'all will like: it's called "a certain delicacy of intent"