What am I forgetting?

It's time for endings and beginnings: my last accordion lesson, my last dinner with a friend, my last hair cut!  My last play at the Rep and Intiman . . . And this is the last week of  Teddy Bear Camp.

I will miss my life which includes a list of friends so long and so deep that I weep with gratitude at their place in my heart.  How will it be to be away?  Will they remember me?  Will it be the same when I come back?  

I left for a year once before, with my then husband and two children to live in Australia for a year.  This is a little different, because now I can be in touch via the internet and of course by telephone or hop on a plane.  For the Australian year, I enjoyed the company of my family; this time I will enjoy family as well . . . . and that beautiful Miss C, the reason for this adventure.  

So, I'll mow the lawn one more time, get the furnace serviced, line up a neighbor boy to cut the grass while I'm away, change my mailing address, get an absentee ballot for the Presidential election.  I hope I remember everything!