Dancing, colonial games, packing, long post titles...

The numbers in my countdown have dwindled to only three remaining before I'm back on the high seas....or at least the high lakewater, though that doesn't sound nearly as exciting.

And what exciting things have I been doing that have kept me from writing? Uh, umm, well....just stuff.
On Friday our dear friend Heather came to visit, which was glorious since I haven't seen her for about a year. Why does it seem like all these wonderful people I love so much have to live so far away and be so busy? In any case though, it was fun to visit with her again.

On Friday night Mom and I did a shopping run to get various essentials that I should be packing right now. I was pleasantly surprised to find that Wal-Mart carries Burt's Bee's products; I still find going there abhorrent, however. But with armfuls of Burt's Bee's stuff, neon ankle socks and a travel box for soap we mercifully escaped in relatively good time. (I have a theory that time passes differently when one is shopping, but I won't get into that right now.)

Then yesterday and today were spent helping Tad demonstrate colonial children's games at Rose Hill Manor in Frederick. Despite a shortage of children (or visitors of any age, really) to educate on the finer points of bowling a hoop or graces technique, it was enjoyable.
Oh come on, there were friends and chocolate and enough games to make your head spin, what else do you really need?

Yesterday evening Elena, a soprano in the choir Mom and I sing in, and I went contra dancing in Shepherdstown, which was great fun. My leg is a little sore today, but it was completely worth it.

I'm now stalling before going in and dragging a duffel bag out of the closet and starting to pack. Alas, it is a necessary evil, I suppose. (The packing, not the procrastination. The latter is completely unnecessary.)