Back already

I am home. Wow, that so-called vacation went fast. Turns out I never got to the Shakesperean Festival. Didn't get any further than the mountains.

I got mesmerized by the blue sky, the sun, the wind in the trees, the sparkling water of the creeks and lakes, the incredible display of stars every night. I liked not hearing another human voice unless I turned on the book on tape I was listening to. I liked not eating or drinking until I, and only I, wanted to. I liked showering in the great outdoors. I liked snuggling deep into piles of blankets and putting the hood up on my sweatshirt to seal out the freezing night air.

So, I stayed in the mountains. And now I am back. It went too fast. But, I know it is still there, waiting for me.

Okay, remember that vacation?

Okay, my eldest son and his girlfriend from Seattle headed back home, home to regular work hours and commitments. My daughter headed back to college, back to a crazy-difficult

condensed/accelerated Chemistry series. My other son is back with his team in Portland, meeting his commitments. The house emptied tonight, quickly. Every one had a bag of food, a freshly washed car, and lots of hugs. It was a good visit.

And, now, tomorrow, I start that vacation smorgasbord I discussed earlier. Where to go, what to do? First stop, my travel trailer waiting for me in the mountains, at my brother's place. Then, who knows? The Shakesperean Festival? San Francisco? The beach? I will ponder, contemplate, and consider when I am in a quieter mood and place. I'll let ya know.