That picture is about 8 miles by 6 miles. That little green arrow is pointing to what will be me. Knitting. And petting cows. And digging dust out of my ear canal.

 

I won’t have a flicker of internet access while I’m there, which I was told by my girlfriend would be “very freeing, right?” This was seconds before I stabbed her in the neck with a US 4 dpn.

 

Seriously, the quiet will be nice. I was supposed to be packing this evening - instead, I’ve been cleaning out my coat closets (so dusty) and discovering that I possess three different versions of Trivial Pursuit (Genus IV, The 20th Anniversary Edition and The Book-Lovers Edition) and six different versions of Scrabble (because I’m sick like that).

 

 

Watch. I won’t knit at all. J’s grandmother happens to be the absolute best cook on the planet (seriously - I’ve eaten at a mom-and-pop in Rome - this woman kicks ass) and she will probably teach me how to make cinnamon rolls from scratch and things like peach cobbler made using butter that is so good and has so much fat you could use only sawdust as the remaining ingredients and the dish would still taste fantastic.

 

Mmm.

 

 

I’ll miss you guys! Do something mongrelicious for me while I’m gone.

 

 

we’re off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of oz...