Into the Woods

The Man and I are discussing another trip up North. To Wisconsin again. He mentioned buying a home there, and I love the idea. Of course, now he says it won't happen. But I refuse to let the idea die. I really like it up there, and if things ever fall apart here, maybe that's where I'll pick up the pieces. Or in SanFrancisco. I'm excited about going, but apprehensive regarding the work situation I'm leaving behind. I have an interview for a new job on November 3rd. I've never had a job for so short a time. But I think it's foolish to prolong the misery, and discussing how my employer has disappointed me will only make the situation worse.
The pictures are my Mom's house in Wisconsin. She lives in a town on Lake Geneva, in the forest. The house is charming. The other picture is a giant wild mushroom in the woods near her house. You could see the mushroom glowing in the dark from my mom's porch. Maybe we'll end up at my Mom's, but we have no real plans as of yet. I really want to take Piccolo this time. I hate the idea of boarding her right before I leave for five days. When I get back on Sunday, I'll have to pack. I have some finishing left on the samples, and hopefully will finish some more after I arrive. I'm working almost to the minute I leave. I'm taking the ruffles scarf on board to knit. I think I can get a lot done in 4+ hours.