home. . .

We are home.

Three daughters; 2 sons in law; 4 grandsons and 4 granddaughters, plus assorted cats and a big dog.

We drove almost a thousand miles in Miriam’s little blue car.

I know that area pretty well. We have driven that route many times, beginning when we were just married and Ike was the president. It is always beautiful, and we are always in a hurry, it seems.

Some parts more scenic than others. We took time to stop along the Columbia gorge, something we don’t often do. Usually we hurry right along with the big trucks from Texas and Florida.

Miriam keep chatting about Lewis and Clark and how wonderful the freeways are. She is right of course, they are great for getting from a to b, but you miss most of the really good stuff.

Once in a while, we all need to get out of the fast lane and take the back roads. It would be good for us. Miriam had a good time, no dust ups, just a good time for all. I am thankful.

And still, it is so good to be “home”. This is where I have lived for a very long time, so it is really imbedded in my brain.

Of course, I forgot to pay the water bill before we left, so the first trip was to city hall to make peace. Oh well.

It’s on now, the wood burning stove is doing it’s job and it is time for a shower before supper.