My son and I have the fortuitous luck, one could say, luck of the Irish. We are prepping for a trip to Ireland in which he and I will be adventuring with one of my oldest friends, college roommate and lover of textiles and her two daughters. It's gonna be "deadly craic." Lots of fun.
This week is about getting things in order with work, the garden, the chickens and ducks and the feral pea hen sitting on her eggs in our front yard. It used to be I would prepare meals for my husband and leave them in the freezer, but that is now on the back burner, actually, not any burner. He is on his own. First in line is work. I have a few items to make, material to cut and give my studio assistant all she needs to take with her so she can get some work done at her house while we are gone. Second, makes sure the water line is hooked up to the well and a timer so the garden doesn't wilt while away. My husband has a work trip up in Wyoming for part of the time we are away and will take the dogs, since there is great hiking and mountain biking up there, so no need to worry about that. The ducks and chicks will be cared for by the neighbors when Rodrigo is away, and since the pea hen is always on her own with the rest of the peacock clan, she will have to make do. I do leave her feed and water where she is nesting, but have to bring it in at night as to not attract predators.
I am a pretty casual traveler, packing last minute, but collecting the necessities gradually before I go. Unorganized, yet at the same time, I know where everything is: on the kitchen table in a heap. 2 passports, travel adapters, reading material, embroidery floss and hoops.
When traveling with Joaquin, I definitely take more care to have things in order. I have checked our flights, the car rental, passport expiration dates.
I have fallen in love with Ireland. I went last year and was completely smitten, enchanted by the Emerald Isle. While getting tea at the local cafe this morning I ran into a friend. We were chatting about summer plans and I told him Joaquin and I were taking off for Ireland on Saturday. He asked, "Why Ireland?" I responded, "To get in touch with my Irish roots." We laughed, because I am the farthest thing from Irish in my DNA.
But in my HEART, I am definitely part Irish.