Alternatively titled: (A Rambling and Essentially Incoherent Synopsis of the Last Several Weeks)
Be it ever so humble…
Nine days can seem a lifetime. Quite often, a lifetime is not enough. Time got the better of me. Spring break has come and gone and I miss it already. Oh it was tiring, don’t get me wrong. But in a good way.
The days and weeks leading up to the kids’ week from school were hectic at best. Frantic more aptly describes it.
Easter, typically a fun time for our family anyway, was extra special this year. Made even more so by the warm wishes and support of friends and family. *Sometimes, you do what’s right for you, for your family. Regardless. You trust that the choices you make are for the right reasons and you hope that in the end it will all be worthwhile. That in the end, there will be some hint of understanding. That said, all opinions are valued and respected but negativity is most assuredly appreciated in it’s silence.*
Oh, there’s new ink. It’s something I’ve had in the back of my mind for quite some time but just never had the impetus. A little nudge from Maura and a win from the Saints and there you go.
And the 2010 Spring Break Southern Heritage Tour has ended. Nine states in as many days. 2600 miles of architecture, culture, history, music, food and just plain old good times with family. I had five of the best traveling companions anyone could ask for — even though I think Zane cheats at the license plate game. (I kid.)
But not really.
Zoë, on the other hand, is not fun at the license plate game. Probably has something to do with the fact that she has zero competitive spirit. It’s like playing catch with someone who refuses to throw the ball back. She just doesn’t care. But give her a funky zydeco beat and I don’t care how tired she is — the girl likes to dance!
Zander, my little raccoon, has a new nickname. We started calling him Catfish. The kid seems to have developed a fondness for good ole southern fried, cornmeal battered catfish. I think he ordered it at least 5 times during the trip. (He’s not really fond of the name just yet, but it’s new. It’ll grow on him I’m sure.)
There’s more. Much, much more. Right now though, it just feels good to be back home where I can relax. That is, if you call 8 loads of laundry, 40 hours worth of pruning, mowing, yardwork, a ceiling to repair, a leaky roof to fix, and 800+ pictures to download ….. relaxing.
I’m back in the grind. But in a good way.
It’s good to be home.