We think that it's just for a week. (If you don't already know, my husband aka theother23, is an operations manager for a wind energy company. He used to travel a lot, mostly in the US but recently in Nicaragua. Now, he is not gone quite so much.) Today, he went into work late and we had breakfast together after my medical appointment. Then, I came home and packed his bag. He stopped by the office and took care of a few last minute things. X was off to work at the library. He returned home one more time and then started his drive to O'Hare.
Anyhow, all is well. I have a few projects that have been waiting for me to find the time for them. I have a book to read. I need to write. Really, really need to write. I feel healthy.
How are you and what are you doing this week?
*A nod to our friend, Joseph, for inspiring the title by sharing THIS VIDEO with us.
The most favorite time of the year for me is the dark months of November, December, and January. I love the symbiotic relationship that I have with darkness and light. The frigid, subzero temperatures that blow through my bones baptize my body and and mind, yet without my husband here ... I fall into an emotional coma.
(He is in Nicaragua for most of the next few months to build a wind farm that will power, among other things, a beautiful and eco-friendly resort.)
December holds Winter Solstice, my birthday, our 20th anniversary, and the eve of a new year. All seeming so meaningless now, despite attempts to focus on projects and family and love and friends.
I am participating in a print and holiday card giveaway over at The Women's Colony this week. (All the details are RIGHT HERE. Just leave a comment on that post to enter.) There is also a discount code on the site, valid through November 23rd, that will take off 10% off of anything that you purchase at my shop. I guess that it's sort of an early-bird sale.
Saturday was so grey, like most all of the last two months. The cats and dog napped all day long. I felt groggy and nothing quenched my tired body and mind. It brightened up a bit on Sunday, but it is still ENTIRELY TOO WARM for mid-Autumn. Sheesh, weather, wake up and get cold already!
My husband is in Nicaragua this week, laying the groundwork for a wind turbine farm, the building of which he will oversee. He looks to be gone most of December and January. Any other details depend upon the weather there, the delivery of parts, and how well the machine that is the wind industry operates during this project.
We will miss him a lot, especially during solstice and my birthday (25 of december). He is, howevever, returning home for a week, of which our 20th anniversary falls smack dab in the middle.
X and I each have a lot of plans naturally, both together and apart, to keep us busy and forward-focused during this time. That said, I will take full advantage of those extra quiet moments, which is when I work best on photography, writing, thinking, planning, and producing. And reading.
These photos have nothing to do with the context of this post, but I do like my husband's hard hats.
This is the most recently retired one. He brought it into the house so that I could use the pin on the front, which was a gift from me some years back, as a model for a variety skulls that he'd like me to sketch for his most recent tattoo. He's already spent eight hours getting this one inked ... with many hours to go.
I also begin a new blogging gig at The Women's Colony, the brainchild of Mrs. G, which is a community of women from many different backgrounds and with many different points of view. The blog features a variety of "rooms" that cover a multitude of topics. You can hang out in the rec room, listen in at the confessional, or, if you're brave, crack the door to the bedroom. You'll find me in the sanctuary.