I guess I'll never be one of those heroic bloggers who manage to post every day no matter what is going on in their lives.
What is going on in my life right now is our impending move to a cottage at Wake Robin, a retirement community just south of Burlington, a stone's throw from Lake Champlain.
When I first envisaged this move, I thought I could keep up posting at least once a week, but I'm not managing even that. And it's not as if I don't have plenty to write about. In fact, it's probably the overabundance of topics that, as much as the sorting and packing, has kept me from posting.
Nothing prompts intensive soul searching like having to hold in your hands and make a decision about every single object in your house. Some day I may write about all that has been going through my mind this winter and spring. Paradoxically, this shedding of an old life and jumping into a new one requires the recklessness and optimism of youth, not to mention its energy.
But at present all I can think about is trolling liquor stores for empty cardboard boxes, keeping an eye on my dwindling stock of packing tape, and getting rid of the horrible odor that remains on my hands after a day wearing disposable gloves (I can't decide which I can tolerate better, to have my hands grimy with newsprint or smelling of rubber.)
So for now I'll go away from these pages, to return sometime in June when we're settled in our tiny abode in the northern reaches of my green Vermont. I'm sure I'll have a couple of stories to tell.