I’m in the final push of packing and shopping to leave for Whidbey Island. I’m not sure how it happened, but my list of errands is getting longer rather than shorter. Groceries on the island are far more expensive, so I’m hoping to squeeze as much food in the car as possible. I also want to pick up craft supplies for the kids to use for all kinds of shell and drift wood creations.
I’ve been putting off getting labs done, but now I can’t leave home without the doctor checking my blood. We’re continually striving for the right balance of coagulation – not too much, not too little. The last two times we’ve checked, the numbers have been good, so I’m hoping that will be the case again.
I’ve packed a box of books and games for the kids. I intended to have the boys read to me daily this summer, and that hasn’t happened. Maybe with life slowing down for a few weeks, we’ll have more time to sit together. I also have a stack of books I hope to read – some for my book group, another for Bible study, and of course, a couple of books on parenting kids with trauma histories.
We’ll be on the road tomorrow morning and hopefully at the ferry dock by late afternoon. I’m ready to see the water, the mountains, bald eagles, and my children running on the beach.