I am home, no worse for the wear... well, except for the jar of honey that got confiscated from my luggage.
Sometimes living in podunk addles your brain and when you need all your wits about you in the big wide world, all you come up with is ... "It's me... Cupcake. You know, the harmless Wild Domestic from the hinterlands. And dude, it's a jar of HONEY. [We could taste it!] Please let me keep it, the stuff is delicious and I paid ten dollars for it because by golly, I was on vacation and I wanted to splurge a little."
Well, I didn't say all that exactly. I just watched my jar of honey waltz off with the man in the blue shirt and blue gloves. God Himself only knows what will become of it.
I have a few pictures to share, but today the site will not allow me to upload them for some obscure reason having to do with kilobytes which makes no sense since the photos I am trying to upload are precisely the same size as always. So as soon as I figure out what the problem is, I'll post them here.
Here's something from the archives, just to brighten things up in the meantime.... former garden splendor....
I was away from home for eight days, but it feels more like a month. I'm putting it down to overstimulation. I live a quiet life. The rest of the world is vibrating at a much higher frequency than I am used to. No one at a busy airport wants to hear about your chickens or your kale plants. Though I did have a very nice conversation with an elderly woman I sat next to in the waiting area who showed me pictures on her phone of the miniature log cabin she was building, and told me about the conventions of other miniature builders of things that she attends. So there ARE some of us slow dancers out and about in the high frequency world, but we sort of keep quiet about it, as is our nature. I'm glad I met her. She made me feel normal for a little while.
(It is not possible for you to meet anyone, anywhere, at any time that is going to make you normal dillweed. Accept it and move on.)
Yep.
I'm home alright.
I was away from home for eight days, but it feels more like a month. I'm putting it down to overstimulation. I live a quiet life. The rest of the world is vibrating at a much higher frequency than I am used to. No one at a busy airport wants to hear about your chickens or your kale plants. Though I did have a very nice conversation with an elderly woman I sat next to in the waiting area who showed me pictures on her phone of the miniature log cabin she was building, and told me about the conventions of other miniature builders of things that she attends. So there ARE some of us slow dancers out and about in the high frequency world, but we sort of keep quiet about it, as is our nature. I'm glad I met her. She made me feel normal for a little while.
(It is not possible for you to meet anyone, anywhere, at any time that is going to make you normal dillweed. Accept it and move on.)
Yep.
I'm home alright.