Sunday is my 59th birthday. Birthdays are special family times for us. We get together with our children, have a wonderful meal, and play games together a good share of the day. However this Sunday I'll be hundreds and hundreds of miles away from my family.
Tomorrow at 6:05 a.m. I fly out of Portland, Oregon to Dallas, Texas for a conference for work. I come back on Thursday. I had no idea how much it would bother me to be gone - after all, does it really matter which day I spend with my family celebrating? Apparently it does, because I really wish I weren't going. There will be about 15,000 people at the conference - but there won't be anyone who's special to me. Once I get there I'll be with two colleagues that I see three times a year at state council meetings - women I like and enjoy. But they aren't my family. I'm feeling a big emptiness inside knowing I'll be so far from everyone I love. Once I get there I'm sure I'll be fine - I'll be attending seminar sessions morning, afternoon and some evenings - but right now it feels very lonely.
I'm taking several appliqué blocks for keeping busy on the plane and at down times in the hotel. I'm not one who enjoys sitting around a pool and sunning - I'm much too conscious of the dangers of skin cancer. And I hate hot weather! My northwest-grown webbed feet start to dry out! I hope I have enough blocks prepared. I think that's the worry of any quilter who's going on vacation - do I have enough prepared to keep me busy until I come home?
I'll miss everyone when I'm gone, and will have a lot of catching up to do when I get back. Unfortunately I'm sure I won't be able to visit any quilt stores in Dallas - especially as I won't have a car.