I decide to take a month off from blogging to plan a trip to Brazil. I have 3 books to read, some googling to do, a route to organise, pousadas and excursions to book. How hard can that be? I figure I should start learning some Portuguese as well.
Meanwhile, Jack moves to New Zealand, leaving Georgia, Mana and Tora bereft.
I can't believe it's August. I don't seem to have made a dent in my planning. I realise I may have been delusional about how quick and clever I am.
Georgia starts to look tragic.
"It's been a long time since you told anyone my stories. Don't you love me anymore?"
She seems to be sleeping a lot.
She becomes standoffish and doesn't want to play anymore.
August passes by in a blur.
Someone forgets to tell the weatherman it's the fabulous 1st day of Spring.
In 2 sleeps, we'll be leaving on a trip we first started thinking about more than 2 years ago.
Then Rufus fell sick, and plans were put aside.
I've been dreaming about Rufus and Jordan lately. The last time we went on a big trip, they were both still with us. It makes me sad to think about it.
Last week, I met a lady on Darling Street who asked after Rufus. When I told her he was gone, she said, "You must be glad." After the tiniest of pauses, she added, "I didn't mean it that way." Poor thing. I guess she must have realised how it sounded. But I do indeed know what she meant.
The way I see it, this trip will be the final chapter in The Story of Piglet and Thumper.
To everyone who's been writing us over the last 2 months, my apologies for having stopped so abruptly, without even a quick post of explanation, and for not dropping by to read your stories. I never intended to, or thought I'd be away this long. Thank you for keeping us in your thoughts! I hope you're all well.
Thank you also to Lori and Katie who recently nominated this blog to take part in The 7 Links. I had hoped to do something about it, but I fear I've run out of time.
Georgia will be going back to holiday camp. We trust she'll be fine, make friends, maybe even have fun. I think she senses some momentous thing is about to happen because she's taken to sleeping by our backpacks.
Her bag is all packed and ready to go. It contains 1 blankie, 1 bag of bikkies, 6 lamb necks, 1 tube of Revolution, and a letter filled with last minute instructions, worries and hopes.
Our bags [which contain considerably more things] are almost ready as well.
So for now, I wish you all a happy Spring [or Autumn, as the case may be].
Abraços e beijos a todo o mundo. Até Novembro... :)