These are random musings of my life journey, the people, animals, places, and events which have woven, and continue to weave, a tapestry that is me. We all know there is no real destination, only the ongoing experiences which blend together, creating the trail. Each step gives a glimpse of what is to come, without allowing me to see the end result. It is exciting. I have a home base that is mine, that gives me a place to rest. This is it. This is where my heart is, no matter where I journey...................

Friday, November 20, 2009

Back to the routine

Okey-dokey! Things are almost back to normal. Isn't it just nuts how it takes several days to resume something close to your usual routine after taking a trip? Why is that?

Wednesday was a quiet day for the most part. I did some laundry, a little house cleaning, and tried to get caught up on my internet addiction. Boy, I was so far behind that I honestly gave up on trying to scan over it all. Between email, blogs and F*cebook, I had so much reading it was ridiculous! And no, of course not, you silly goose. I'm not giving any of it up! Oh yeah, and there was that time spent posting all the pictures and stories about the trip to my own blog.

My house needed some serious cleaning. It amazed me how it looked when I returned, but then I remembered that my sitter is (1) a teenager and (2) a boy! Yeah, well. It wasn't really bad, just not how I left it. And I'm not complaining. I'm happy to have someone who loves the dogs and whom they love back. Vacuuming and straightening is worth it. I found out from his stepmom that he learned a real lesson about leaving his clothes on the floor. He lost a pair of boxers and two socks to the greedy jaws of the furries while he was here! She laughed because he was grossed out that they chewed out the crotch of his shorts, and she said "Honey, that's what dogs do. Don't you remember yourself thinking it was funny when our dogs chewed up my underwear?" That was different, of course! HA!!!

Boy Wonder did a bit of furniture arranging while he was here. Nothing serious, but his favorite chair wasn't where he could see TV. He forgot to put it back, but he called to apologize when he realized it. And it's only a wicker rocker, so not a problem to put back. I'm glad he even thought of it and made the call. Not bad for a 16 year old.

Yesterday I finished most of the vacuuming and cleaning, then I went into Capitan to give my friends the goodies I brought back from Trader Joe's. Oh, yeah, you know me. If there is a TJ's near when I am, I'm goin' there! I've had blueberry scones two mornings now. I'm in heaven! I also returned the audio books to the library. Well, wait .... I returned one of the two. The other was misplaced. I couldn't find the sucker. I looked through the car, rifled through the few remaining items of luggage, but I simply couldn't find it. So I returned one to avoid a fine and renewed the lost one. They had a good chuckle at me when I explained why I was renewing it.

When I got home, I decided to look around the car again. I felt it had to be there. Under the seats, alongside the console, any nook or cranny I could find. Nothing. When I turned to close the passenger door, there it was in the pocket in the door! Obviously it slid off the seat at some point, and I hadn't even thought of that. Now I get to (have to?) drive in again to return it and check out a couple more.

So my life is back in the regular track again. It's all good. I miss Jim. It was fun having someone to spend time with, to talk to. But last night I stepped out on the deck for a few minutes and listened to the wind in the pines and smelled their fresh scent, and I felt the peace of being home. I guess one of the joys of life is appreciating the best of two worlds, isn't it?


  1. Hi,

    Enjoyed this post. Coming home is always good, isn't it? I love travelling, but alwalys happy to come home.

    ~hippo hugs~

  2. I love traveling, but it is always nice to come home. Your house sitter was so nice to call about the chair even though it wasn't that big of a deal. And LOL about his underwear. That is just funny. It's always funny when it happens to someone else, but the laughter stops when it happens to you.

    I don't think I could ever live in an area that is like Tucson...I love green trees and grass too much.

  3. HC, it is, indeed. I actually think the balance between travel and coming home is perfect. I love, love, love to go, but as Dorothy said, there's no place like home. :)

    Caroline, he is such a good kid, and I appreciate that he is. I laughed about the underwear, too. So true that it is funny till it is your own stuff involved!

    You get used to the local terrain, more quickly than you might think. There are trees and grass, but people are more conservative about it because of concerns about the environment and conservation. Most do landscaping that affords shade and nice greenery in areas so that water conservation is optimized while giving a peaceful garden in a small area to irrigate. You'd be surprised at the beautiful respites you find there. Then, too, if you appreciate the desert for what it is, you also cease to regret the minimized green areas. It's hard to explain, I guess, unless you can see it. Wanna go with me next time? ;D

  4. I always like to get away. Sometimes I can't wait to get home and then there are times when I wished I never had to come back.

  5. Boy, I agree with you on that, Daisy!


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