Monday, May 02, 2011
Welcome to the United States of America
We're home. Not in our house, yet (I saw some dude in a tye-dye T-shirt, who looked a lot like Jerry Garcia on my front porch yesterday), but home nonetheless. Our rental tenants still have to take their final exams, pass their final exams, graduate, then throw a graduation party at my house, then clean my house and move out, before we can move back in. They have kindly invited me to the party, at my house. Do you think I should go?
Our flight back was uneventful, aside from the fact that we flew on our own private plane.
So much has happened since then, not sure where to start, but can I just say, being lulled to sleep by the sound of spring peepers is, so far the absolutely sweetest part of being home again.
I have so much more to talk about, and show you-- most importantly the unexpected joy of reuniting two little girls one old, lumpy, farting dog-- but I will resist the urge until I buy a new USB cord and get my photos organized.
I am posting this from our public library, since there is no internet in the house where we are staying. Having no internet has been a challenge and an incredible gift. I actually spent a full half hour drawing mountains and trees with Isla, while sitting in the sun on the back step yesterday. I just don't do things like that.
I stole this picture from the World Wide Web. I can assure you, Vermont spring has not yet progressed this far. As anyone who has survived a Vermont winter knows, spring never really comes until mid May. Or, as my neighbor once told me, "It ain't spring until the peepers get frozed in three times."