home again

We are back in our home in Idaho.

Those of us who grew up and love the deserts are a bit put off by too much rain (more than a few hours at a time). This is spring, and all of that green got that way because of a lot of rain.

It is good, but I am glad to be back in the deserts.

Because I forgot how a debit card can work, we arrived home with 16 miles of fuel left in the tank. Had it been a real emergency, I could have gotten cash for more fuel, but after doing the arithmetic it worked out alright.

Miriam is very content as long as she is with me. That is good -- mostly. Lately she has gotten real chatty, lots of times. We stopped at a "Discovery Center" yesterday, and she peppered the man with the raptor birds with all sorts of questions, on the subject and repeats. He was either a bit hard of hearing, or acted that way and ignored many of her questions. Sometimes at night when we go to bed I say to her: "Time for sleep now Miriam, don't talk."

We saw 3 of 4 daughters, 8 grandkids and an assortment of pet dogs and cats.

It was a good trip, but it is good to be home.