Sylvia's Journal

I have embraced my daughters and their men as everyone went his or her way. I promised to be back at Christmas, if we aren’t evacuated before that time. Today is it, the day of my departure; it has been in the works for the last 5 months. Cast-off is at about 2 PM.

It is a time of ‘lasts.’ Last Quaker meeting, last PT session, last early morning routine which wasn’t all that routine anymore especially since Sita used up all the coffee for our fabulous brunch yesterday – I can’t write my blog without coffee. The flavor of the writing is affected.

To make my departure even more difficult than it already is, Mother Nature pulled out all the stops and Manchester, especially Lobster Cove, is at its most glorious. Yesterday morning I took Sita’s fancy camera, early in the morning, just when the sun was coming up over the trees and an empty Lobster Cove was basking in its pink and orange light and took pictures from every angle. These I expect to be looking at when the absence of an ocean nearby starts to get at me.

I am finally ready; a few more small things to squeeze in empty spaces in suitcases and some repacking to make sure the last suitcase closes and will stay closed. My next sign of life will come in from further east.