We’re packing up right now for our trip home. Hitting the rails again in an hour. Also, we’ve been planning the next journey back here* (Betty MacDonald’s Life Tour) while simultaneously discussing Han‘s July time at home (Oregon Country Fair). My hope is that all of this “soon to happen” distraction will help me avoid the Sad that ususlly falls on me at this point in the proceedings. Fingers crossed!
*We hadn’t thought it would be such a quick turn-around, but this new local author info has sparked our interest, and set us on new quest.
With all the traveling everyone will be doing this summer, the seasons should go by super fast, and no one will really miss any one else too badly. This is my hope, at least.
No clue what Dan was trying to do here on this new phone, but he obviously needed help with it.
Lots and lots of help. (Really, how does anyone get a thing done with OUT that kind of uber useful assistance?)
The Foreign Licence Plate Report is massive. I’ve been taking notes on my wee cellular device but never had a chance to share what we’ve seen. I’ll just transcribe it all now, exactly as I’ve got it saved:
two Montanas, Minnesota, and another Minn, BC, and one more, plus another and another. BC again. Wyoming, Wisconsin, Connecticut. New York. Again. Arizona times two, North Carolina, Maryland, Alaska, Florida. Did we already write down NC? Kansas. Two Nebraskas. Fluffy white feather. At the game too. And one more. Adam’s new word is Insultimentry. Garment/dress and skirt ideas using old clothes.
Nice huh? Yeah, it’s been a really lovely adventure. But I have to go toss my jammie pants on so we can catch our cab for the station.
Queen of Cups
She arrives to comfort us. She is always there when you need her. She tells of balanced emotions and true motherly love. She is calm in a tumultous and stormy time. She is the caregiver. She is the fixer of all things we feel so strongly. She is our anchor and our joy. She treasures us as the blessings that we are. As we honor her out of respect and caring.