Yesterday our warm spell began to bleed away. The warmth bled out of the landscape.
There is a cold spell coming and it will last until I leave here. We will be below freezing for a week. Fair enough. I am off to the Southern Hemisphere in a week where it is warm. I can deal with the cold for a week. And it is rising again as I leave so hopefully John and Jake will not have too hard a time of it. When it freezes we carry water in buckets again. And a week of that will be good for me!
I am at that stage now (I always do this before I go away) where I am unduly careful. I live in horror of stabbing myself in the eye with a flying knife as I open a bag of feed, or falling off the top of the rickety barn ladder onto the cold barn floor below or being kicked across the quad by a cow. Or an ice storm or poltergeist visit or a tornado. Or a massive storm that prevents me getting to the airport. Or someone has a heart attack or a brain tumour or a car accident. Well, you get the picture. I am now plagued with terror that I will not reach my children. That something will stop me from seeing them and touching them. And sit with them for a while. I am that close.
This fear does not relax until I am at the Gate for my last flight. And there are four flights before I reach my daughter. As I travel which takes a couple of days I will slide down into the bubble zone where I move calmly and gently with no sudden movements or risky cornering, gliding through almost without speaking – just watching, just reading, almost absent, no influence on my surroundings at all, no risk of breaking the bubble, no deviating from my course, total low energy mode – like this I will travel the almost 10,000 miles (15,000 k) to Melbourne.
But when I reach that arrival lounge at my destination I snap awake like a Christmas cracker. Bam. Ready to go.
But not for a week. We have seven days.
(I have to resist this Bubble Zone descending upon me until I get into the car that will take me to the Chicago Airport. Packing when in the bubble zone is never that successful).
I hope you have a lovely day.
celi
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63 responses to “Bleeding Warmth”
Ha ha – I feel the same when I’m going away. Maybe one day travel might be as quick as a bike ride… 🙂
Wouldn’t that be wonderful?
I’ll take Bleeding Warm over Bleeding Cold any day! Lucky you escaping to the warmer side of the world for a much needed break. It shows how much we love our families when we suffer all those airplane rides just to be with them! At least I don’t have four flights like you, just a four hour car ride, one over night flight and an hour car ride the other end. That is enough for me, hate the flights now. In my working career i flew everywhere, every week. Probably why I hate it now LOL
I love flying and altogether this trip I have Ten flights.. sigh.. c
OMG! I thought I was the only one like that. Glad to know I am not alone. I leave for South Africa in 10 days to see my daughter and am feeling just like you. There is a bad flu and gastro here in Le Bugue so I am becoming almost a hermit not going out much to avoid the germs.
Oh No! Flu! You do not want that on a plane – how long are the flights to SA ? c
2 hour drive to Bordeaux then 2 hour flight to Paris then 11 hours to Johannesburg then 2 hour flight to Cape Town then 30 minute drive
Much quicker now then when I lived in Los Angeles.
Years ago someone suggested that I use Tea Tree Oil under my nose to help keep bugs away when flying.
Safe happy travels!
Thank you Jodi. I leave in a week so you will still see me here for a few days yet.. c
Oh good. try to relax 🙂
Keep on keeping on, and you’ll get there. I hate that limbo time before travelling, that expectation of holdups and things going wrong. and forgetting something essential.
Our gale has subsided slightly, but it’s raining just as hard. I haven’t been out of the house since first thing Sunday morning.
What on earth is that green sausage thing hanging from the tree?
love,
ViV x
the remains of a swing waiting to be rehung after it fell to the ground with the branch it was on (about a year ago!)_ c
🙂
I was guessing it was an English cucumber, though how it braved the icy temps was beyond my ken. Much love, Gayle
Be calm, Celi, you won’t stab yourself into the eye nor will there be a poltergeist or anything else of a bad thing to keep you from leaving. I mean these thoughts are caused by and are an expression of your excitement and joy to go away and the fear of anything stopping you… They’re kind of loosing the ground where you stand on just because of that joyous feeling and fluttering heart. Whew! Not easy, I know – but you have all our good thoughts: Trust, trust and calm down. A little bit… ❤
I like to have worked through my problems before I encounter them, then if life throws a curved ball (and it does) I am ready with a plant to catch it.. I have always been like this, telling me to calm down will not work! Irmi. I am a planner! Laughter!! c
“Slow and steady’ as the tortoise in The Tortoise and the Hare’ story!!! For the next week, and then you’ll be off!!! 🙂
Yup – that’s the one! c
What terrible thoughts to have when you are so looking forward to your visit…but you will arrive safely….i go to visit my three daughters in April. And although i do not enjoy flying ,especially nowadays, it is my only way of getting there. .so like it or lump it i gotta go. You will be fine and we shall all be thinking of you and be with youin camerahouse..so do not forget to pack it….
As if i would forget Camera House! He is packed first, he has a special bag in my handbag for travels.. c
Why is it called Camera House? Lotsa love, Gayle
To use your phrase “TOUCH SOME WOOD” after putting all that bad out in the universe! I am so sorry I missed the “Guess the weight post” the other day. I would have guess more than a grapefruit but less than an elephant. 😉
Mom Update: She was moved to the rehab/nursing facility on Thursday night. Yes, THURSDAY NIGHT – the hospital released her and I finally got to my home at 1 am. Why in the world would you send a person who has been hospitalized for 2 weeks and 1 day – and can’t walk or get up on her own – out to a new facility at 9 pm at night just because the insurance approval came in?!?!?!? The staff were wonderful up to that point!
Anyway – Mom’s first physical therapy was yesterday and she did marvelous. She walked about 90 feet in total with a walker. Played toss with a huge ball and then did 30 minutes of speech therapy. She was exhausted last night, but was feeling so good and proud of her accomplishment.
Thank you all for your support – again and again…… Now – off to work for me!
That all sounds good news, you must be so relieved. Remember to take good care of yourself too. Laura
That’s lovely, glad everything is going so well now.. c
Good news Pat, take care of yourself. x
Yes me too, Pat! So happy for you and your Mom. Much love, Gayle
It’s wonderful news! I hate, hate, hate insurance even though I know it’s critically important to have. I know that because we’d be in rough shape without it right now, my John’s recent heart issue is up to a quarter million!!!
Pat that is wonderful news about your mum. You take care of yourself now!
Be safe, have fun, hurry back! Can’t wait to hear the stories of this trip!
You will hear the stories as the trip progresses, when I leave the ground the farm blog turns into a Travel Blog! As long as I have internet I will continue to post daily.. c
WHAT A GAL!!!!! Much love and luck, Gayle
Nothing wrong with being alert and more careful, but …. take all those negative thoughts out to the compost heap and leave them there. Imagine rather temperatures warming up on the Farmy, clear roads and well behaved traffic to the airport, weather conducive to air travel and beautiful strong aeroplanes winging you safely on the way to your children. Laura
I am the opposite I imagine all the bad things that can happen thinking in my superstitious way that if I am aware of the hazards and have made a plan to combat each one I am a step ahead of the game – I have always been like this – thinking ahead – it works for me – c
I understand your bubble zone and am trying to expand mine. 🙂 And I also know the anticipation of travel to see the children.
I love going into the bubble with a book – it is the best way to travel.. c
Melanie has the ability to go into her zone before the plane taxis. She’s asleep before takeoff.
wow – that is something I aspire to – sleeping easily on a plane! c
I can totally identify with that feeling! Traveling is great —once you get there! Hope you remain stab free till you are at your destination. 🙂
I am hiding all the sharp knives! c
Good plan!
I too suffer that careful stage before a special journey and though I hate, hate, hate the long journey to Australia to see my sister it does at least punctuate the journey – a sort of decompression zone between my world and hers. My mother is terrible for as soon as she lands, she’s counting down that she only has x number of days left with my sister.
Stay calm and careful. And as warm as you can be.
Yes, that is a good word, a decompression zone which is nice for busy farm women – some time out like that.. c