Well, if you know me at all you will know that I can sometimes spin on a dime and change direction in a second. Living close to me can give a person whiplash. But life is like that, we keep moving and evolving and devolving and exploring and sometimes disappearing completely, only to reappear a few pounds heavier but in apparent good health, somewhere totally different.
Social media and to a large extent the blog world is for sharing but also for tracking, it enables us to keep tabs on each other ( I imagine a person with itchy sticky note tabs all over her body, each note with a name and a string attached). And sometimes this makes us dive for cover.
So for those of you who need an update on me: (and God knows I would not mind one myself)
I am back from my travels to New Zealand and Australia. Visiting my sons and my daughter and the children after this dreadful isolation period was a blessing to the spirit! It was a long visit and normalized again my relationships at home. I carried my Janies Mill work with me so I could continue my customer care remotely so it really was a busy time, which was great.
Obviously I have no problems living out of a suitcase though after twenty odd years of traveling I am still the worlds worst packer. I try so hard to pack light and punky and just end up without any of the clothes I really need.
Now me and my suitcase are parked again and I am staying with Third Son in California – he is having a few family troubles and needs his Mum. I will be dropping back out to the farm again soon to reconnect with Our John and The Matriarch then out to see Elder Son in Canada – he needs his Mum too. It does not matter how old we are sometimes we need our Mum.
Janie’s Mill and I have come to a gentle fork in the road and I am moving in a different direction from them now – all very amicable and civilized- but the other night (and my Mum has been dead since I was in my early 20’’s remember) I longed for her hand on my head. She always had such cooling hands. I just needed my Mum to tell me to stop moping, I made my decision now get on with it, to ‘buck up’ ( her favorite saying) and get busy again. She could not abide sulky children.
As to the farm. John is making hay and feeding up his two beef cows surrounded by a self propagating flock of badly behaved chickens. He has two of his adult children close by now so he has lots of help. Though the farm is dead quiet compared to what it was. He still collects restaurant scraps and Tima and Wai are still dining out on watermelon and tomatoes. But I have not been out there in almost four months. So my farm update is sketchy.
At some point soon I will need to get another job. Air fares are not getting any cheaper! Though my nomad nanny keyless lifestyle is quite cheap as long as I am not anywhere long enough to go shopping on Amazon.
Here is todays’s picture. We are a long way from the sea here in Visalia, California.
How about you all? I would love to hear from you!
Take care and talk soon. Talk now. I am so sorry to have been gone so long!
Cecilia
The Kitchen's Garden 
65 responses to “New Turns no Twists, yet.”
Just popped in to see how you’re doing. Our lives have taken a different route these days and have got out of the habit of checking in with you! Seems that you’re going through some changes too. I need to catch up on them all! We no longer live at Garybuie, so no blog from there any more😕. Best wishes to you from Skye!
There you are!! I am so sorry – I did not see this comment until now – you were sent to comment purgatory! Pop in again! Let us know what you are doing! Leaving Skye must have been a wrench!