Four large boxes stand ready to be picked up later today - in the end, the pile numbered over 175 squares strong. An amazing effort! I packed several skeins of yarn in with the squares so I should have plenty of material to work with during the two weeks before the opening day.
What will the citizens of Cheongju think of the freakishly tall, foreign woman attaching knitwear to their trees on a median strip? We shall find out!
Now that the squares are all packed up and the Mets project is just about finished, I turn my attention to everything else that needs doing before the plane takes off on Friday.
Oh my - my hands started sweating just writing those words: it will be fourteen hours on the plane to Seoul. It seems unimaginable but somehow I will do it.
Many times my teacher has said, "No one is going to save you."
Not Jesus. Not your soon-to-be ex-husband. Not your neighbor's cat.
No one is going to save me.
If no one is going to save me, then I will just have to do it myself. Really, it is a lovely, optimistic thought.
Fourteen hours of breathing in and out.
I can do this.