That was kinda like this morning was like. The GG was rather chaotically launching on a road trip to the yooperland. He’ll close the moomincabin over the next couple days, then decamp to a North Country Trail location for trail work over the next week or so. Rev up those chainsaws, folks.

I don’t think the GG thought his packing process was chaotic but I… I… I… I dunno. How many bags can one man have. The tools and the chainsaw crapola and then there is the clean laundry that needs to go back to the moomin in its new canvas “hamper”. I am done done done with plastic laundry baskets. [Delete long explanation about how unwieldy they are and how the handles break.]

Anyway, the last couple days have been various versions of in and out and around and about with trips to the hardware store and the auto parts store and lunch with all the retaaaaared EPA folks yesterday. At least that space-i-fied me for a couple hours.

So he left and a morning of meetings ensued and I finally made a Plum dash for a few grocks at around 1:00 PM and I ran into a neighbor there and I struggled to figure out how to talk to him. I stammered out something about going home to work and, uh, was I still working? Yes I am but… And I struggled to talk about retaaaaring to this perfectly nice neighbor. It’s my business to sort it out and I am still sorting it out so I think I will return to my usual early morning grock trips to the plum when nobody else is there. Sigh.

How can I miss you when you won’t go away? The first time I ever heard this song was when UKW (my cousin) was cleaning her mother’s (Radical Betty’s) stove and Radical Betty wouldn’t just let her doooooo it. I am not as elderly as Radical Betty was at that time but I definitely allow Little Cat Z to voom the moomincabin bathroom!

Also, the GG stopped at Narnia (John Arthur Woollam Preserve) on the way to Pickford for a monthly NCT meeting and the moomincabin for the next couple nights. Ths pic is from Narnia. I read all of the Narnia books to the beach urchins when they were young, even when they were independent readers and could read those books by themselves. I love to read aloud.

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