So much to write, so little brain to write it with. . .
Was delivered to the bus station by the Mother yesterday. We left the Father working diligently at his Spring projects of which there seem to be plenty. I did not have to do the drive-by jump out and run maneuver on that end of the bus line, as it is quite a casual place with no crowds.
While we were waiting in line, we met a woman from Australia, somewhere north of Brisbane in the rainforest she said. She had been all over the country bless her, even to Alaska. She said she was keeping in touch with friends via her laptop when she had the chance and the Mother whipped out my card with the DearDiary URL on it and convinced her on the spot to start her own diary. I think the Mother should be in politics. Either that or work for the Mafia. Can't you just hear it...?
"Hey Bugsy, what say we send The Masher to do the job?" "What can you be thinking, Pretty Boy? You know the boss only sends her to his worst enemies! Get over yourself. We'll send her daughter, there will be less mess."
In any case, our five minute friend from Australia, if you are reading this, and decided to follow my mother's advise, leave a comment here and let me know the name of your diary and I will happily read it!
My good luck continued when I boarded the bus, as I sat down next to a friendly fellow who was Irish as it turns out and we had a very pleasant conversation that spanned such varied subjects as how to bake good Focaccia, to how much he was getting sick of Whoopie Goldburg bashing President Bush on her TV show.
I did manage to read a chapter or two in a book my daughter in law, T gave me when we visited them this last weekend. Which of course brings me to page 23:
"She was being buffeted by the air currents but grinned and flashed Langdon the thumbs up sign."
From "Angels and Demons" by Dan Brown (author of The DaVinci Code)
Where was I?
Oh yeah, home again. So now I have to paw through all this stuff I brought back with me and put it all away, and do laundry and get some groceries and re-aquaint myself with the garden. (In which, three sunflower plants seem to have read the story of Jack in the Beanstalk and are making a run for it. They have grown about two and a half feet in 5 days.) And the main project of my day is going to be sorting out a bag of candy I brought with me on the bus. Some of the Junior Mints have done a Vulcan MintMeld and formed a rather obscene mass in the corner of the plastic bag, dragging a few cellophane wrapped carmels along with them. This job MAY involve me eating mashed mints right off the plastic, because I NEVER waste Junior Mints !
Ah, it's good to be back home.