Home again, home again, never to roam again. That is one of my husband’s sayings when we return from a trip. After eleven days in New Orleans, I was more than ready to come home. Of course, I wasn’t ready to go through piles of mail, hundreds of e-mails, receipts from the trip, books and the “junk” I acquired at the RT convention.
I arrived home late Sunday afternoon and took a walk around our yard hoping to see more blooming flowers and trees. The weather was cool and very wet while I was gone and nature hasn’t progressed as much I was hoping – except for the grass. We could feed a herd of cows with the tall grass. I unpacked and dumped my small suitcase of stuff in my office to go through later. My husband and I went for a long walk. After being cooped up in airports and airplanes all day, it felt good to stretch my legs.
I spent Monday and Tuesday watching my grandkids, leaving the untouched mess in my office. I was absolutely exhausted on Monday and, even though we got two and half inches of rain we didn’t need on Monday, I was happy it rained and I couldn’t go outside with my grandson. I’m ashamed to say that after lunch, I let him watch a movie so I could take a nap. These old bones can only take so much.
So, finally this morning, I’m able to go through the piles. So far I’ve put the books I brought back in my Xcel program. I swore I wouldn’t bring back tons of books this time from RT or ship back a ton. I’m proud of myself, as I only brought back fourteen to add to my collection of hundreds. Actually, I had more, but as my carry-on suitcase grew heavier, and I knew I would be the one putting it in the overhead bin, I left a few behind. I was also worried that my check-in would go over fifty pounds. Whew – it came in at forty-nine.
I figured out how to download my pictures from my cell phone. Some days I’m amazed that technology and I are on the same page – at the same time. I’ll share a few here.
Until the next time.